In the quiet woods where shadows play,
Mary whispers to the leaves each day.
Her love, a gentle breeze through trees,
Embracing life with tender ease.
The river sings her soulful song,
A melody where hearts belong.
With every wave, a whispered vow,
To love the earth, here and now.
Beneath the stars, her spirit roams,
Finding solace in nature’s homes.
Her heart, a compass pointing true,
To paths where dreams and love renew.
In every petal, every stone,
Mary finds love’s gentle tone.
Her poetry, a guiding light,
In nature’s arms, love takes flight.