In the forest where shadows play,
Mary found her sacred way,
Whispering leaves and the song of birds,
In nature’s realm, she found her words.

With quiet steps on dew-kissed ground,
She listened to life, its every sound,
The wind’s soft sigh, the river’s flow,
Each moment a verse, each breath a glow.

In solitude, she felt the world’s embrace,
Nature’s wisdom, its gentle grace,
Through fields and woods, she roamed free,
A poet’s heart in harmony with the sea.

Her words, a testament to life’s grand design,
In every line, a love divine,
Mary Oliver, a soul so bright,
Her poetry, a beacon of light.