She walked down the forest to search
Filled with positives at mind to get a catch
Tender, rough, thorny and sharp were of
varieties
This made decision not easy from them parties
Leaves, of narrow and wide made it complex
Roots, stem, branches and fruits her mind did perplex
Ask her, she knows the right herb to pluck
For she knows the sweet sap when you see her
suck
Bitter many times at mouth but tummy says sweet
She knows its worth when from forest by a fleet
Sorting and mixing contents for a pure solution
While she thanks nature for provision in the
mission
From near and far ladies and gentlemen do visit
As her popularity pointed by a client’s revisit
Like fire on dry grassland vegetation she is
fame
Since all the malady and contagion she does
tame
Her chemistry of tradition so super none to
beat
That secretly doctors refer when doomed of
treat
That is her power for great love of herbs
As in her lifetime she isn’t ready to open new
tabs
Round the cardinal points she protects
vegetation cover
For it is the only thing she calls her only lover
Hey! Herbs not herbs as you’ve read lines so
more
Ha-ha! A satire, ‘tis a man’s love how he does
adore!
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