In the quiet of the morning light,
Her laughter echoes in the breeze.
Once vibrant and full of life,
Now only whispers in the trees.

We wandered through fields of dreams,
Hand in hand, heart to heart.
Now the path feels long and lonely,
With her spirit set apart.

Stars above remind me gently,
Of nights we shared stories and dreams.
Yet here I stand, in silent solitude,
Missing her more than it seems.

But in my heart, she lives on,
A sister’s love never fades away.
In every tear and every smile,
She is with me, every day.