In a meadow of wildflowers she dances,
Graceful and free, her spirit entrances.
Mary, a girl with eyes like the sky,
Her laughter was like a gentle lullaby.

She twirls and spins in the golden sunlight,
A vision of beauty, a pure delight.
Her heart is kind, her soul is pure,
In her presence, all troubles disappear.

Mary, a name that whispers of grace,
A gentle soul in a world so base.
She walks with purpose, her head held high,
A beacon of hope beneath the endless sky.

In her smile, there's a spark of wonder,
A childlike joy that pulls you under.
Mary, a girl of strength and light,
A shining star in the darkest night.