Beneath the twilight’s tender veil, she rests,
With words that once ignited hearts and minds,
The poet’s flame has found its final quest,
Yet still her verses echo through the times.

Her voice, a melody of endless grace,
Now whispers through the leaves and gentle breeze,
Though silence claims her earthly place,
Her spirit soars beyond the distant seas.

In every flower, every starry night,
Her legacy of love and pain remains,
A beacon in the darkness, pure and bright,
Her words a balm for all who face life’s chains.

And though the world may turn and years may fade,
The essence of her soul will never wane,
For in our hearts, her memory is laid,
An eternal part of nature’s grand refrain.