In the dawn’s early light, she wandered free,
Through fields and forests, a soul at peace.
With pen in hand, she captured the trees,
Whispering secrets in the morning breeze.

Her heart knew the language of the skies,
Where birds sang hymns in gentle flight.
In solitude, she found her muse,
Among the shadows and the morning dew.

Mary’s path was woven with the wild,
Her spirit bound to the earth’s grace.
She taught us to listen, to truly see,
The beauty in life’s simplest face.

In every poem, a piece of her soul,
Reflections of nature, pure and whole.
Her legacy lingers, a timeless call,
To cherish this world, to love it all.