In the garden light and fair, Where laughter's echo lingers there, Her voice, like summer's gentle breeze, Still rustles through the starlit trees. With eyes that danced like morning dew, And smile that skies could not outdo, Her sweetness, tender as a song, In hearts of those she loved, lives on. Now stars adorn her silver hair, Yet in our dreams, she warms the air, Her laughter, soft, a whispered stream, A melody that graces dreams. In every sunlit, quiet glen, Her spirit laughs and loves again. Though gone, her joy forever stays, In memories and golden days.