In the quiet corners of the world she found
The gentle whispers of the breeze abound
Where nature spoke in silent, sacred tones
And echoed softly in her poet’s bones

Beneath the arching sky so vast and blue
She traced the dance of leaves in morning dew
Capturing the fleeting moments, so divine
In verses where her soul and nature twine

The humble bee, the blossoming of trees
Became her muses, set her spirit free
With every line, the world anew she drew
A tapestry of life in every hue

So let us wander where her words still sing
Through fields and forests, where her heart took wing
For in her poetry, the world does pause
To celebrate the beauty of its cause