In the gentle embrace of the morning light,
Where whispers of the forest softly speak,
Mary Oliver finds her sacred flight,
Among the leaves and rivers sleek.

Her words dance with the rustling trees,
With every line, a world unfolds,
Where tranquility flows like the breeze,
And every creature a story holds.

The earth sings in her tender gaze,
As shadows play with light’s caress,
In nature’s arms, her spirit lays,
Finding peace in the wilderness.

So let the wild be our guiding muse,
With every step, a poem we create,
Inspired by the paths she chose to cruise,
In nature’s realm, our hearts elate.