Like the sm
all flowers of green thick hills
With fr
agr
ance, did her words; bloom
Wild yet p
assion
ate in love,
are the trib
al''s
So w
as hers, for them
and theirs
S
ad w
as her he
art,
at the jungle''s ruin
St
arved w
as her pen, of
any words
To the children, she lent
a voice, therein
To s
ave the jungle, her poetry
and birds
While pl
anting seeds, with hope they croon
C
ast your m
agic, of life, de
arest monsoon
as the clouds poured,
and lent some life
To life, the jungle spr
ang,
and they
all s
ang
Like the mother herself, she nursed
and c
ared
D
ays l
ater, the deers c
ame smiling
For lifetimes, sh
all the trib
als sing, her pr
aise
Her story of life, her pen; still flowing.