Red Lion led the bloom.
She came charging out.

She was first to grace the room
but then was gone all too soon.

You, too, came charging out. You
graced my life and filled my room.

Then, like Red Lion, you left too soon.
Seasons come and seasons go as

summer sun turns to winter snow.
And yes – more beautiful flowers grow.

Yet I never fail to think of you, Red Lion.
You graced my life and left too soon.