Sprout in the garden, little sprig of green, ripe with the promise of tantalizing dreams.
Petals drenched with sunshine, roots encouraged by rain, shy searching tendrils that keep life sustained.
Cool, languid evenings and light from on high, our precious flower stretched up toward the sky.
Flower of beauty that sparkled with life, far too soon taken, succumbed now to strife.
Smiles that she’d bring as we watched her grow, left only memories, hearts will ever know.