The wild geese fly in silent tribute, Across the azure sky, they paint, A world less bright, yet resolute, For…
In the quiet of the morning light, Where nature’s whispers softly call, I find the echoes of your love, In…
Beneath the whispering pines she wandered, Seeking solace in the embrace of nature’s hands, With every step, her spirit pondered,…
In the quiet of the morning, where shadows softly fall, Her words still linger, a whisper in the hall. Mary…
In the quiet whisper of the dawn’s embrace, Love finds its way through the morning haze. Mary Oliver’s words, a…
In the forest where shadows play, Mary found her sacred way, Whispering leaves and the song of birds, In nature’s…
In the hush of dawn’s embrace, Where sunlight kisses dew-kissed leaves, The whispers of the earth awake, In harmony with…
In the garden where the wild things grow, Whispered secrets in the wind do blow. Maryâs voice, a gentle, guiding…
In the quiet woods where whispers dwell, Mary’s words like petals fell, Each line a tender, loving spell, In nature’s…
In fields where golden sunlight falls, She walked with grace, her spirit calls, To every leaf and rustling wing, She…