The Garden of Hemiandra Gardeneir

The Hemiandra Gareneir bloomed,

Their beauty in the garden unrivalled,

Plants collected,

Over collected…

The gardeners only cared for the money they gain,

Life slipping, death filling,

But the money poured in,

The garden's breath of life abandoned itself,

Plants wilting, dying,

The gardeners did not care,

They continued to collect, excited over simple profit,

The garden of Hemiandra Gareneir dying over someone’s want, not even need,

The rarer they became, the more people wanted,

And eventually…It fell into despair…

The garden of Hemiandra Gareneir was nothing more than a shell of its former self,

Its lifeless soul drained. Over. Money.