It was the same familiar garden
That she once knew well

Where 

She once grew and thrived

But

Then

The rain never rained
And
The sun never shone
And 
The weeds grew and grew
And
The flower

She waned

So

The Gardener
(in His mercy)
Took the little plant

Tenderly 

Carefully 

Up by the roots 
(so painful, so vulnerable, so raw)

And carried it to

Another 
(unfamiliar)
Part of the garden

Where

The rain rained
And
The sun shone
And
The weeds were weeded
And 

The little flower

Grew