Our friend is in God's garden
Tending to the flowers
Just as he would have done
If life was in his power
His love of all things nature
The birds, the bees and trees
Instilled as much wonderment
As his young children at his knees
Ephemeral is the Queen of the Night
Russ shared his love of plants
We'll treasure forever this gift from him
Each time it's blooms enchant
And now as we arrive back home
To bid our dear friend adieu
"The Queen" is in full bloom again
With hypnotic sweet perfume
We know you will be watching
As we tend to the garden drill
We'll feed the birds, hear them sing
And feel your presence still.
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