Beneath the whispering leaves, her spirit roams,
In fields of gold, where the wild things bloom.
Her words, like gentle rain, soothe our weary souls,
Painting worlds where nature finds its room.
The river’s song carries her gentle voice,
Through forests deep and meadows wide and free.
In every dawn, her presence we rejoice,
A guiding light in nature’s harmony.
Her ink has touched the hearts of those who seek,
The magic hidden in each blade of grass.
In silence, we hear her wisdom speak,
A legacy that time shall never surpass.
As twilight falls, her spirit softly sings,
Among the stars, her gentle soul takes flight.
In every creature, in the breath of wings,
Her love for the world still shines so bright.