Beneath the canopy of verdant dreams,
Where sunlight dances on leaves so bright,
Emily’s whispers in nature’s streams,
We find her soul in the morning light.

The meadows sing with a quiet grace,
A symphony of the unseen,
In every flower, her gentle trace,
Nature’s canvas, serene and green.

Where shadows play and breezes hum,
Her spirit lingers in the air,
In silent woods, where echoes come,
Her presence felt, forever there.

Among the blooms and in the dew,
Her poetry of the wild,
A timeless bond, both old and new,
Nature’s eternal, Emily’s child.