In the quiet forest, where shadows play,
I find whispers of love in the swaying trees,
Mary’s words guide me through nature’s way,
In every leaf, a tender breeze.

The river sings a melody, soft and low,
Flowing gently, like the love she shares,
In the stillness, her verses glow,
In the wild’s embrace, she cares.

Beneath the stars, where silence reigns,
Her love speaks through the night,
In the dance of the moon, her spirit remains,
A guiding light, forever bright.

Through fields of gold, her footsteps trace,
In every petal, her affection blooms,
Mary’s love, a gentle embrace,
In nature’s arms, it resumes.