In the soft whisper of the morning light,
Her words still dance upon the breeze,
A gentle touch within the night,
Her spirit whispers through the trees.

The world she painted with her pen,
A realm where nature’s voice is found,
Though she has left us, yet again,
Her legacy remains profound.

In every leaf, in every stream,
Her poetry lives, a timeless grace,
Her visions fill our every dream,
A gentle, kind, and tender place.

So as we mourn her gentle soul,
We celebrate the light she gave,
Her words, a guide to make us whole,
Even as she rests within her grave.