In the quiet shadow of the evening’s glow,She took her final bow, a graceful slide,Leaving echoes of wisdom in the flow,Her voice, a beacon, now a gentle tide.Her words, a tapestry of strength and grace,Woven through the hearts of those she met,A legacy of courage in every space,Her spirit lives, though the sun has set.In every verse, her essence lingers near,A guiding star for those who seek the light,Her laughter echoes, vibrant and sincere,A comforting embrace through endless night.Though silence now surrounds her earthly form,Her truths remain, a beacon ever bright,In every soul her spirit will transform,Her legacy, a flame through darkest night.