She was never really quite ready,
But she sipped on tea to help keep her steady.
Her healing shy smile hid her true depth of bravery,
The Universe would listen to her spirit, keeping away other's chicanery.

In moonlit whispers, secrets she'd confide,
Beneath the starry sky, where dreams reside.
Her soul, a garden of resilience and grace,
Each step she took left an ethereal trace.

Through the valleys of technology, she'd wander,
With the cosmos as her guide, her heart to ponder.
In the symphony of existence, her song...