In fields where wildflowers sway,
Her words dance with the breeze,
Every leaf whispers a story,
In the hush of ancient trees.

The river sings her verses,
In currents deep and free,
Where sunlight kisses water,
And time flows endlessly.

The sky, a canvas painted,
With hues of dawn and night,
Reflects her gentle musings,
In every bird’s flight.

Amidst the rustling branches,
And shadows soft and deep,
Her spirit walks with nature,
A bond forever to keep.