In the quiet of the morning light,
Where dew-kissed petals gently sway,
The whispers of the meadow’s might,
In nature’s grace, they softly lay.

Beneath the canopy of trees,
A symphony of leaves does sing,
The gentle hum of summer’s breeze,
To every heart, a joy it brings.

The robin’s song, a sweet embrace,
Echoes through the verdant glen,
In every note, a tender trace,
Of nature’s love, we find again.

Emily’s world, a poet’s dream,
In every flower, brook, and beam,
Her verses flow like nature’s stream,
In beauty’s realm, her words redeem.