In the hush of dawn’s embrace,
Where sunlight kisses dew-kissed leaves,
The whispers of the earth awake,
In harmony with nature’s grieves.

Beneath the canopy of ancient trees,
Mary finds her solace there,
Among the rustling symphony,
Of winds that dance through tender air.

The river’s song, a gentle hymn,
Its waters weave through time and space,
A testament to nature’s whim,
Reflecting Mary’s soulful grace.

With every step on forest floor,
She captures wonder, pure and true,
In every leaf, in every spore,
Nature’s secrets, she renews.