In the quiet glades where shadows play,
Beneath the sky’s soft, azure dome,
Emily’s whispers weave through the day,
Nature’s verse finds its true home.

The robin’s song breaks the dawn,
A melody of life, pure and bright,
With every note, the night is gone,
Emily’s world bathed in morning light.

Flowers bloom in a silent cheer,
Their colors paint the poet’s dreams,
In every petal, whispers clear,
Of life’s gentle, flowing streams.

As twilight falls, the stars appear,
A canvas of mysteries, wide and grand,
Emily’s verses, soft and near,
Embrace the night, nature’s hand in hand.