The wild geese fly in silent tribute,
Across the azure sky, they paint,
A world less bright, yet resolute,
For nature weeps, but does not faint.
Her words, like leaves, in autumn fell,
Whispering secrets of the earth,
In every poem, she did tell,
Of life, of love, and natureâs worth.
The rivers mourn, the forests sigh,
The stars align in silent grace,
For she who taught us how to fly,
Now walks among a sacred place.
Yet in our hearts, her voice remains,
A gentle guide through night and day,
In every creature, every rain,
Her spirit lives, her words will stay.