Withering Bloom.
His eyes shining like rain on a mountain top,
His soul great with awe and wonder,
His face graceful and charming,
His look of thinking and ponder.
His life full with art and accomplishment,
His mind running with those around him,
His smile calming and sleek,
His light once shining now dim.
His spirit now faded alas nearly gone,
His aura taken from this world unknown to one,
His feeling's withered like the bloom of a rose,
Heath we love you, even though now you are gone.
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