In gardens where laughter blooms like spring, Megan wandered, her heart to bring. A gentle guide through willow’d groves, With stories spun, in whispers wove. The days, like feathers, softly flew, In every glance, a promise true. A symphony of youthful cheer, And Megan's love, forever near. Now, as the sun dips low to rest, We gather words, our hearts confessed. Thank you, kind soul, for all you’ve sown, In memories, your light has grown.