In the morning light, Mary finds her way,
Through whispering trees and fields of gold.
Her steps are gentle, like the break of day,
A story of grace and strength untold.
The sun paints shadows on her path,
As time dances softly upon her face.
Her heart, a beacon, free from wrath,
Guides her through life’s intricate lace.
The world hums a melody, sweet and pure,
While Mary weaves dreams with tender care.
Her spirit, resilient, ever sure,
Finds beauty in moments others might spare.
In twilight’s embrace, she lingers still,
A guardian of peace in the night’s soft shade.
Her journey, a testament to unyielding will,
A life of kindness and love, serenely portrayed.