The succulent grows in symmetry,
Budding as a flower,
Reaching for moisture,
And sunlight every hour,
She waits in peace for loving,
Someone to grow beside,
Hopeful in the waiting,
With no shade to hide behind,
But then, a plant is placed by her,
A quiet friend to greet,
So, now they'll grow in harmony,
Until their purpose is complete.
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