In the dawn of morning light, where the wild geese fly,
Mary wandered, with nature as her guide and muse,
Among the whispering woods and endless skies,
She found her soul, where the earth sings blues.

With pen in hand, she captured the fleeting breath,
Of every creature, every leaf, and every sigh,
Her words a sanctuary from life’s deafening death,
In simplicity, she taught us how to live, not die.

Through her eyes, the world was a sacred place,
Each moment a rare gift, each path a song,
In the solitude of nature’s gentle embrace,
She found the strength to carry every heart along.

Mary’s legacy, a beacon in the quiet night,
Guiding us back to the beauty of the earth,
In her words, we find both solace and light,
A reminder of our own intrinsic worth.