In the quiet dawn where whispers blend,Mary walks with nature, her eternal friend.Leaves rustle softly, a gentle lullaby,Her spirit soars, unbound by the sky.Fields of wildflowers bloom in her wake,Each petal a memory, a path she did take.In every stream, her laughter flows,A timeless dance where the wild wind blows.Oceans murmur secrets she once knew,The waves her words, forever true.Mountains stand, guardians of her song,A testament to where her heart belongs.Though she departs, her essence stays,In every creature, in nature’s ways.Mary Oliver, in earth’s gentle hold,Her legacy of wonder, forever told.