The dawn whispers gently, calling her name,
A poet’s heart now set aflame,
In fields of gold where she once tread,
Now rests the soul that words have fed.

Her verses danced upon the breeze,
Painting worlds with such ease,
Nature’s voice in every line,
She captured moments, pure and fine.

As rivers flow and mountains stand,
She held the earth within her hand,
With every poem, a whispered prayer,
She found the sacred everywhere.

Though she has left this mortal land,
Her legacy, like grains of sand,
Will linger on in hearts and minds,
The poet’s voice forever binds.