In the quiet of the morning light,
Where nature’s whispers softly call,
I find the echoes of your love,
In every leaf, in every thrall.

With words that dance on gentle winds,
You paint a world where hearts can soar,
A symphony of tender moments,
That beckons me to love once more.

Through forests deep and rivers wide,
Your verses guide me to a place,
Where love is found in simple things,
In every breath, in every grace.

Oh, Mary Oliver, your love profound,
In nature’s beauty, we are bound,
To cherish life and all its wonder,
In every heart, your love is found.