In the silent woods where shadows play,
Mary walks with steps so light,
Her whispers blend with the leaves’ sway,
A gentle soul, lost in twilight.
The moon above, a guiding friend,
Shines softly on her path of dreams,
Through winding trails that never end,
She follows streams and silent beams.
Her heart a compass, true and bright,
Leads her through the forest deep,
Each star a beacon in the night,
As secrets in the darkness seep.
With every step, she finds her way,
Through whispering winds and ancient trees,
Maryâs journey, night and day,
In natureâs arms, she finds her peace.