Ode to Narrel

**Ode to Narrel** In the garden where the wildflowers dance, Lives a spirit named Narrel, full of chance. With laughter like sunlight, a soft, gentle breeze, She weaves through the air, putting hearts at ease. Her energy sparkles like stars in the night, A whirlwind of joy, a beacon of light. With every kind gesture, each smile that she shares, She lifts up the weary, dissolves all their cares. Her voice is a melody, sweet as the dawn, Each word like a petal, gentle and drawn. In her presence, the world seems to glow, As she radiates warmth in the soft aftershow. Through valleys of shadows, she guides with grace, Transforming the mundane into a mystical space. With laughter like music and dreams painted bright, Narrel dances through life, a pure, shining light. So here’s to the spirit, enchanting and free, May her lovely energy continue to be. For the world is much sweeter in her joyful embrace, Narrel, our darling, a true gift of grace.