In the whisper of the morning’s light,
Mary found her solace and her song,
Among the trees and fields so bright,
Her spirit wandered, wild and strong.
She walked with grace through nature’s page,
Listening to the wind’s soft plea,
In every leaf, her soul engaged,
She penned her verses, wild and free.
A seeker of the simple grace,
In every creature, every sound,
Her heart embraced the open space,
In silence, profound truths she found.
Mary’s life, a gentle thread,
Woven with love and quiet might,
Her legacy, still widely spread,
A beacon in the softest light.