"Garden Of Just One Flower"

It's been a year without you, Flower, and very few things seem so painful.

Since your first day on Earth, the brightest star must’ve shone above you, through a ceiling of sand… In a protected night close to mom.
Then, unknown Gods of Fate entered the Burrow while everyone was sleeping, and gave you the invisible but eternal tokens of a golden reign.
With three years old, you opened the door of your own road to glory on Earth.
Not feeling broken inside because of having been evicted, you never looked back to cry and -once more- that star glittered over you.
So your Reign would shine -as it did- from the very start, like some forgotten, or legendary, empire.
For four years, then, you grew endlessly inside, with all you did and through your children… You were a very righteous Queen, punishing with one hand and forgiving with the other.
That’s what your children learned for sure ; that’s the best possible legacy of taught, to be followed for any of us who want to call his or herself child of yours, without the smallest feeling of shame or absurdness.
Now you’re having a well deserved rest in Heaven, maybe the biggest treasure has had been your own life, flower of seven petals.