Her soul is a garden where she must learn to carefully prune. 
She must untangle herself from the weeds of time and worry. 
She must point toward the sun and let gentle showers wash away whatever they must wash away. 
When heavy rains wash away the very ground from under her, only then will she see her roots and rely on their strength. 
And above all else, she must learn that when she is not in bloom or when she withers, she is not to question her inherent worth but to investigate always the health of the soil in which she's planted.