In the quiet dawn, where shadows dance,
Mary walks with gentle grace,
Her dreams stitched in the morning mist,
A tapestry of light and space.

Beneath the canopy of ancient trees,
Her laughter weaves through the leaves,
Each step a melody of hope,
In the symphony that she believes.

Her eyes reflect the sky’s embrace,
A canvas painted with endless hues,
In every glance, a story unfolds,
Of tender nights and morning dews.

With every breath, she breathes the world,
A gentle soul in a restless sea,
The gentle whispers of her heartbeat,
A song of love eternally.