In the quiet room where thoughts take flight,
She penned her words in the softest light.
A recluse by choice, her world confined,
Yet vast in the realms of her intricate mind.

Nature whispered secrets to her soul,
In gardens wild where mysteries unfold.
Her verses danced upon the page,
Unbound by time, unmarked by age.

The world outside, a distant shore,
Through her window, life she did explore.
With every line, her spirit soared,
In solitude, her heart adored.

Her legacy, a quiet storm,
In simple words, emotions swarm.
Though hidden from the world she stayed,
Her voice in poetry will never fade.