In the quiet of the morning’s first light,
Where the dew whispers secrets to the earth,
Your words linger, a melody of the wild,
A gentle echo of nature’s sacred birth.

The woods still hum with your tender voice,
Leaves rustle in the symphony you penned,
Each creature, each stream, a testament,
To the love you so fervently did extend.

Though your footsteps no longer tread the path,
Your spirit dances in the meadows green,
In every petal, every soft breeze,
Your presence eternally serene.

We remember you in the hush of twilight,
In the quiet moments before dawn,
Your legacy, a timeless bloom,
In the garden of hearts you’ve drawn.