In the quiet shadow where legends rest,
Her voice, a symphony, still sings,
A tapestry woven of strength and grace,
Echoes through the corridors of time.

Her words, a beacon in the darkest night,
Illuminating paths of hope and healing,
A gentle reminder of our shared humanity,
In every verse, her spirit remains alive.

Though the world feels a whisper less bright,
The courage she instilled carries on,
An unyielding force against the tides of despair,
Her legacy, a lighthouse in the storm.

As we gather her wisdom in tender hands,
We vow to nurture the seeds she planted,
For in her death, she gave us life,
A testament of love eternally renewed.