In the quiet woods where shadows play,
Mary’s voice echoes through the trees,
A gentle hymn in nature’s sway,
Where every leaf whispers to the breeze.
The sunlit paths where wildflowers bloom,
Speak of secrets held in roots below,
In the dance of bees, there’s room
For stories only the wild ones know.
Her words paint skies in hues untold,
Sketching dreams on waters’ gentle flow,
In every creature, brave and bold,
Lies a tale of life, in her verses bestowed.
Let us wander where her spirit roves,
In fields where nature’s heartbeats blend,
Through her eyes, the world evolvesâ
A timeless journey with no end.