In the quiet of the meadow’s heart,
Where sunlight dances on each blade,
Lives the spirit of a poet’s art,
In whispers of the woods conveyed.

Emily’s eyes saw the unseen,
In petals’ blush and twilight’s glow,
Her words a bridge to worlds between,
Where gentle winds and secrets flow.

The robin’s song and bee’s soft hum,
In her verses find their place,
A symphony of nature’s drum,
Echoing in timeless space.

She paints the skies with tender hues,
And in each line, the earth’s embrace,
A tapestry of life she views,
In nature’s rhythm, beauty’s grace.