In the hush of morning light,
Where shadows dance with gentle grace,
The earth sings in soft delight,
Carving wonders in its embrace.

Among the trees, the whispers flow,
A melody of rustling leaves,
In this realm where silence grows,
A tapestry that nature weaves.

The river hums a quiet tune,
In ripples that the sunlight warms,
A symphony beneath the moon,
Where dreams are held in gentle arms.

In fields where wildflowers bloom,
Their colors paint the endless skies,
In Mary’s words, we find the room,
To see the world through wiser eyes.