In the heart of the critical care she stands, Guiding the swift-moving, diligent hands— Andrea, stalwart in whispers of night, Giving her team both courage and light. Nurses, they murmur in orchestrated sound, But Andrea listens, her wisdom profound. Amidst the clamor, she calms the storm, Her strength and grace become the norm. From bustling wards to the quiet retreat, She finds her peace where heartbeats meet. In a tiny town called Shipshewana’s grace, She camps under stars, an endless embrace. Oh, Andrea, with your steadfast soul, In healing her purpose, in nature her goal. A beacon of calm in critical care’s fight, A leader who guides with compassion and light.