In the quiet woods, where whispers dwell,
Love stretches softly, like a gentle spell.
Through leaves that dance in morning’s light,
It finds its way, a tender sight.
Mary’s words like rivers flow,
Carving paths where wildflowers grow.
Each line a breeze, a soft caress,
In nature’s arms, we find our rest.
Beneath the canopy of ancient trees,
Love unfurls with every breeze.
In every creature, great and small,
Her words remind us, love binds all.
So let us wander, hearts in hand,
Embrace the wild, the sea, the land.
In Oliver’s love, we find our song,
In every moment, we belong.