In the garden where the wild things grow,
Whispered secrets in the wind do blow.
Maryâs voice, a gentle, guiding star,
Leading us to nature, near and far.
Her words, a symphony of lifeâs embrace,
Echoes of joy in every place.
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
She taught us how to wonder, how to sigh.
As the moonlight dances on the sea,
Her spirit soars eternally.
In every leaf and every tree,
Her legacy, forever free.
Though she rests beneath the sky,
Her poetry will never die.
Mary Oliver, in hearts, will stay,
Guiding us along the way.