In the moonlit garden, Mary stands alone,
Her heart a gentle whisper, a soft, sweet tone.
The stars above reflect her silent song,
A melody of dreams where she belongs.

Her eyes, like twin moons, shimmer with grace,
A celestial light on her serene face.
Among the roses, her spirit finds retreat,
In nature’s arms, her soul feels complete.

Soft winds carry her secrets through the night,
A tender waltz beneath the pale starlight.
Mary’s silent serenade, a gentle plea,
Echoes in the night, wild and free.

In the quiet hush, she finds her peace,
Her heart’s soft murmur begins to cease.
With each breath, a new hope unfurls,
In Mary’s world, a thousand twirls.