In the quiet fields where shadows play,
She found her voice in the rustling leaves,
A poet’s heart, where nature’s whispers stay,
And every dawn, her spirit weaves.

Through woods and waters, she would roam,
Embracing life with gentle grace,
Her words a guide, a path back home,
To find ourselves in nature’s embrace.

With every poem, a world unfurled,
The wild, the soft, the fierce, the kind,
Mary’s pen, a bridge between two worlds,
The human heart and nature’s mind.

In every line, we hear her song,
A celebration of the earth,
Her legacy, forever strong,
A testament to life’s true worth.