Dear Tilly, I believe
that you are about to leave us.
Reduced to a pitiful puddle,
it may be time to say,
"Farewell, you amazing rosy orb."
Your youthful blush has faded.
I am sad to report that your Bloom is quite gone.
Speed on Little Giant of Hope
Sometimes if we are lucky,
it is the small and unexpected surprises
from Mother Nature that give us such pleasure
and a sense of wonder.
Little Atilly the Hun.
You've been grand and fun.