In the quiet whisper of the dawn’s embrace,
Love finds its way through the morning haze.
Mary Oliver’s words, a gentle grace,
Teaching us to cherish all our days.

With every leaf that dances in the breeze,
She paints a picture of love’s tender art.
In the chirping birds and rustling trees,
We find a solace that warms the heart.

Her poems, a symphony of nature’s song,
Guide us to see the world with loving eyes.
In simple moments, where we belong,
Love blossoms under vast, open skies.

So let us walk with Mary by our side,
Through fields of gold and rivers wide.
In her verses, let our hearts confide,
For in nature’s love, we shall abide.