I wrote this about a friend's daughter who died at 10 - it was very sad.

A delicate flower
Opening her tender arms to embrace the sun
The wind was sometimes burdensome, the soil a bit too harsh
A rare bud, one that comes from mixing two rare breeds
Sought for its illumination
Fragrance so sweet the aroma moves some to shed tears
The other foliage prospers around it making the rest of the garden seem dim
These tender flowers are not meant to live forever
God knows the beauty He created
and sometimes He desires a bouquet of His own.