I thought maybe you hid a crayon up your sleeve
because the way the world became brighter when you were around
maybe as I turned my back, you colored the flowers
shades brighter than they were.
You made the world a better place with your crayons.
So beautiful Mother Nature was in awe.

Sorry to say, it never lasted,
once you left
the flowers became shy,
the sky faded
the world became dull and flat.

You laid in a too-white sheets,
and the walls around you are an awful green,
that looked worse than pea-soup
the balloons and get-well flowers crowding the room.

Mother Nature cried for you when you passed
and dedicated hills of flowers to your honor,