Night sweet air tingles,
as stars dangle on string,
hangs in the blue sky-
alight with a glow like a candle.
The breath carries
full grown wings across
to the moon.
All is silent but the
night chirps of the night creatures.
Flowers close and traps beens behing,
their petals.
An angel in heaven watches over
the grief strickened people
whom loved a special flower: Lisa Launders,
people never could watch her expand
but the devils;
yet her little friends coulod watch this
magnificant person.
May Lisa Launders-
REST IN PEACE.
