In the quiet whispers of the night,
Her soul dances beneath the moon’s gaze.
Stars twinkle like her eyes, so bright,
Guiding lost dreams through shadowed haze.

Her voice, a melody in the breeze,
Sings of hope and tender grace.
In every leaf and rustling tree,
Her essence lingers, leaving a trace.

With every dawn, she weaves the light,
A tapestry of dawn’s embrace.
Her laughter echoes, warm and bright,
Chasing darkness from its place.

In her presence, time seems to pause,
A gentle peace that fills the air.
Her spirit, a beacon without a cause,
Forever cherished, beyond compare.