you were still growing.
the cold winter air covered your being
but you still took advantage
of the sun and her rays
and blossomed like a sunflower.
when the sun disappeared,
you wilted in an instant.
an illness that could kill any flower
stole you away from us.
and now, we sit and mourn
even if the sun is shining today
and will tomorrow
all i see is gray.
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rest in peace, dakoda james.
