Natural wonders never cease to astound. 
In each new experience there are words to be found. 

From river's wild rush, to guardian trees, 
From sun's scorching heat to fall's cool, soft breeze. 

Through poet's eyes, a creative twist lends.
From loving heart, into words picture bends.

A time must come, when all take leave of this place, 
No matter the moment, there hangs empty space.

The Poet, not gone, ever present will be,
For her words linger on and forever she's free.