In the forest where shadows dance,
Mary wandered with reverent grace,
Listening to whispers of the leaves,
Finding poetry in nature’s embrace.
Her heart, a vessel of wild wonder,
Captured moments in soft, tender words,
She painted the world with gentle strokes,
And taught us to sing with the birds.
With every sunrise, she found new dreams,
In the quiet of dawn’s first light,
Her pen, a beacon of hope and truth,
Illuminating the beauty of night.
Maryâs journey through fields and streams,
Was a tapestry of love and life,
She left a legacy of whispered songs,
Inspiring hearts to rise above strife.