In the gentle embrace of the morning light, Where whispers of the forest softly speak, Mary Oliver finds her sacred…
In fields where wildflowers sway and dance, A gentle soul found her truest trance. Mary, seeker of the quiet morn,…
In the gentle folds of twilight’s embrace, Her presence graces the silent night. Soft whispers of love fill the air,…
In the quiet dawn where whispers blend,Mary walks with nature, her eternal friend.Leaves rustle softly, a gentle lullaby,Her spirit soars,…
In the quiet forest, where shadows play, I find whispers of love in the swaying trees, Mary’s words guide me…
In the quiet woods, where whispers breeze, Mary found her solace, her peace with ease. Among the trees, she danced…
In the quiet whispers of dawn, she rises, A beacon of hope in the morning light, With hands that cradle…
In the hush of morning light we find The whispers of a heart so kind Among the leaves and blooming…