In the whisper of the leaves, her voice remains,
A gentle muse in nature’s grand embrace,
Through every forest path, her spirit reigns,
In quiet moments, we find her trace.

Her words like rivers flow, serene and deep,
Painting landscapes with a tender grace,
In every verse, her legacy we keep,
A poet of the wild, time cannot erase.

With eyes that saw the world in vivid hues,
She captured silence, spoke of the unseen,
In every creature’s call, she found her muse,
A testament to all things evergreen.

Though time may pass and seasons gently turn,
Her wisdom lingers in the morning light,
In every dawn, her lessons we discern,
A guiding star through every endless night.