Like the flowers, through the hours, her radiance shines forth;
East or west, South's true best, she beats the mighty north.
But unlike the vibrant flower, her beauty never fades;
You can find her heart so kind among the glistening glades.
Her petals will never wither from among life's repast;
Even in death her love will shine forth what will always last.
True grace, true love, hers is forever to others to lend;
Let us listen closely, her song will never end.