In Mary's garden, sunbeams dance, A world where time and chance romance, Her chickens cluck in feathered glee, While cats weave paths from tree to tree. The soft earth cradles seeds of grace, As chickens dust and roam the space, Their clucks a song, a rhythmic plea, In Mary's realm of harmony. Cats prowl with mystic, gentle ease, A rustle winds through tender leaves, They pause with eyes like moonlit seas, Protectors of this Eden's peace. In Mary's plot, the days unfold, With whispered secrets nature's told, Her heart, a boundless, tender part Of life's great garden, pure in art.