Amidst the woods where shadows play,
She found her path in nature’s sway.
With every step, a verse unwinds,
The poet’s soul in leaves she finds.

Her words, a dance of morning dew,
Reflecting skies of boundless blue.
In solitude, she met the streams,
Crafting dreams from sunlight beams.

The silent whispers of the night,
Were melodies in her delight.
Each creature’s call, each petal’s fall,
Became a muse, a beckoning thrall.

Mary, with her gentle grace,
Embraced the world, its every trace.
She taught us love in nature’s guise,
Through her, we see with clearer eyes.