Her soul is a garden, alive with grace,

Colors blooming, a radiant embrace.
Wherever she walks, warmth follows close,

Illuminating hearts with gentle light.

Her words are seeds in the soil of despair,

Sprouting hope in spaces left bare.
She breathes life into the lost and gray,
Nurturing dreams that had slipped away.

Her soul speaks softly, tender and true,
A quiet current flowing through you.
From her depths, she plants the seed,
Life springs forth for those in need.