In the quiet woods, where whispers dwell,
Mary found a love that words can’t tell.
The leaves danced softly, in gentle grace,
Embracing her heart in nature’s embrace.

With every dawn, a new song would start,
The birds and the breeze played their part.
Her heart would flutter like wings in flight,
In the tender morning’s golden light.

She wandered through fields with eyes so wide,
Finding beauty where shadows hide.
Each flower and tree, a lover’s call,
In the tapestry of love, she found it all.

Her pen would glide like a river’s flow,
Capturing the love she’d come to know.
In nature’s arms, she found her place,
A testament to love’s gentle grace.