In the quiet dawn, where shadows play,
Mary walks in the morning light,
Embracing the whispers of the day,
With nature’s soul in her sight.

Beneath the canopy of ancient trees,
She finds solace in their shade,
Listening to the rustling leaves,
In a tranquil, green cascade.

The river’s song, a soothing hymn,
Flows gently down the glade,
Mary hears the world within,
As the waters serenade.

In every creature, great and small,
She sees the wonder of the earth,
Capturing the essence of it all,
In her words, a timeless rebirth.