A flower grew in a garden,
So beautiful and fair.
Why someone had to crush it,
Will always seem unfair.
God came himself and picked it up,
And brought it home to grow,
In a beautiful place far away,
Where only the freshest flowers grow,
Always a smile instead of a frown,
Always a hand when one was down,
Always true, thoughtful and kind,
Wonderful memories you left behind.
Happy Birthday Johnathan.
From your friend Lisa and Adam.