The whispering woods did call her name,
In twilight’s soft and gentle frame,
Where sunlight kissed the forest floor,
And shadows danced forevermore.

Beneath the canopy of green,
She found a world both calm and keen,
With nature’s voice in every breeze,
A symphony among the trees.

The flowers bloomed in silent grace,
Each petal holding time and space,
As Emily, with pen in hand,
Wove tales of this enchanted land.

The streams did sing a lullaby,
As stars awoke in the evening sky,
And in the quiet of the night,
She penned the dreams of nature’s light.