Dockgården's Fiordaliso
19/1 - 16/9
2005
Fiordaliso sneaked out and was sadly run over by a car

Why?


Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am thousands winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds
In circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there.
I did not die.

We love you and we miss you so much.