There is a place that is sweeter and more fragrant than dreams,
where the floating air is filled with a love deep and rich,
a place where the souls of the sweetest dance, glide and reside.

In that place there is a garden fresh with the eternal waters of life,
where the flowers waft in the breeze of the noonday light of joy,
this is the garden where Beauty and Sleep sing and slide.

Do not weep, for Karen is at play in the fields of the Miracle Maker,
those she leaves behind are richer for having known her,
may her radiant star shine and smile from this day and for evermore.