In Scottish hills where heather blooms, Lives Mary with her brushes and rooms. Bonnie lass with eyes so bright, Her laughter dances in the morning light. Canvas dreams and wined ev'ning rest, With our girls nestled, hearts are blessed. In her arms, warmth softly flows, While colors of home in her artful glow. Through every stroke hues deftly blend, A home transformed by hand and friend. Amidst her world of love so fine, Mary paints a life that's truly divine.