In the quiet whispers of the morning light,
Her words linger like a gentle breeze,
Each verse a melody of nature’s sight,
A tapestry woven with tender ease.

She walked through woods with eyes wide open,
Finding solace in the rustling leaves,
Her pen, a wand of words unspoken,
Crafting beauty the heart believes.

Now she dances with the stars above,
Her spirit free as the soaring birds,
In every line, her lasting love,
A legacy carried in her words.

Though the world feels her absence deep,
Her wisdom echoes in the still,
In every life she touched, she’ll keep,
A gentle voice that always will.