In fields where wildflowers bloom, she walked,
Her words, a gentle breeze that spoke to hearts.
Now silence takes her place, a quiet mark,
As nature mourns the muse who played her part.

The leaves still rustle with her whispered prose,
Each line a testament to life and light.
Though shadows fall where once her spirit rose,
Her legacy remains, a beacon bright.

As rivers flow and mountains kiss the sky,
Her essence lingers in the morning dew.
Beneath the stars, where endless dreams do lie,
Her soul finds peace, her journey starts anew.

We honor her with every breath we take,
Embracing nature’s call, her sacred lore.
In every leaf and petal, for her sake,
We find the poet’s heart forevermore.