In remembrance I'll post the poem they made for me.
What flower lives forever?
In spring,
Blossoming, they bud and bewilder,
Beauteous banners of bountiful colours,
Calling out chirps of summer,
So speedily passed growing asunder.
In summer,
Bushels of bleeding blushing bushes,
Belligerent pushing for berth and bosoms,
Shining slivers of ......
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