In the stillness of the morning light, Where whispers of nature softly sing, A soul took flight beyond our sight,…
In the quiet woods, where whispers dwell, Mary found a love that words canât tell. The leaves danced softly, in…
In the gentle embrace of the morning light, She wandered through fields, her heart in flight. With every step, the…
In the whisper of the leaves, her voice remains, A gentle muse in nature’s grand embrace, Through every forest path,…
In the dawn’s early light, she wandered free, Through fields and forests, a soul at peace. With pen in hand,…
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 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…