In the quiet woods, where shadows play,Mary’s love whispers in the rustling leaves.The sun dips low, casting golden hues,As nature’s symphony softly weaves.Her heart beats in rhythm with the earth,Each creature a verse in her endless song.With gentle hands, she cradles the wild,Where love and life eternally belong.In fields of green, under the open sky,Mary’s love finds solace in the breeze.Boundless and free, like the soaring hawk,Her spirit dances among the trees.Through tangled paths and winding streams,Her words paint love with every breath.A tapestry of wonder, woven with care,In nature’s embrace, love transcends death.