In the quiet hush of the morning dew,
Where sunlight dances with the leaves,
Emily’s words begin to weave,
A tapestry of nature’s hue.

The robin’s song, so pure and bright,
Echoes through the tranquil air,
Her verses capture moments rare,
In nature’s gentle, soothing light.

Each petal, branch, and blade of grass,
Reflects her keen and tender eye,
She saw the world and asked it why,
With wonder that could never pass.

Beneath the arch of heaven’s dome,
She found a world both vast and small,
In every leaf and creature’s call,
She crafted words to call it home.