My tree.
It’s for a girl who lived
And loved
On a level unknown.
This rose will be taken out
Placed there again
For that girl who loved humanity
Until death
Stole her too soon
She will always be remembered
For her love and her truth
Which will
Stand as steel against injustice
With nothing but pure love.
For Lyra McKee Journalist.
Beautiful poem. So sad someone so young and talented taken too soon.