Flora adorns her earthly dress

As she takes her final bow

A being, who’s one with the universe

She is the here, the then, the now

But, no longer do her fancy feet

Touch the ground beneath her toes

She’s been lifted into the heavens

Where all of God’s flowers grow

A sunflower remains behind

In the garden, now taking her place

Dancing freely, along with the wind

Its petals, her only trace

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