In the quietude of dawnâs early light,
The whispers of nature call to me,
With every leaf and every flight,
A symphony of the wild and free.
Beneath the canopy of ancient trees,
The world unfolds in hues of green,
Each rustling leaf a gentle tease,
Of secrets hidden, yet unseen.
The rivers murmur tales untold,
As stones and water intertwine,
In Maryâs verses, natureâs gold,
We find a peace, serene, divine.
So let us wander, hearts unbound,
Through Oliverâs poetic land,
Where every sight and every sound,
Is touched by natureâs gentle hand.