In the gentle breeze of autumn’s call,
Mary wanders through the rustling leaves,
Her laughter echoes in the golden fall,
A melody that only the heart believes.

Beneath the stars that light the night,
She dreams of worlds both near and far,
Her spirit dances with pure delight,
Guided by the whisper of a lone guitar.

With every step on the dew-kissed ground,
Mary feels the earth’s warm embrace,
In nature’s arms, her soul is found,
Lost in the beauty of this timeless space.

And as the moonlight bathes her face,
She finds her path in shadows cast,
In the quiet night, in the boundless grace,
Mary knows her journey’s vast.