In the stillness of the morning light,
Where whispers of nature softly sing,
A soul took flight beyond our sight,
Leaving echoes in the wings of spring.

Her words like leaves in autumn’s grace,
Dancing upon the gentle breeze,
In every line, a sacred space,
Where hearts find solace, minds find ease.

The rivers hum her quiet tune,
Mountains echo her gentle plea,
With every star and crescent moon,
Her spirit roams wild and free.

Though she walks in fields of gold,
Her presence here forever stays,
In poems of love, both young and old,
Her voice will guide our wandering ways.