In the quiet moments of the dawn,
A whisper finds its way to the light,
Carrying tales of strength, untold,
Wrapped in shadows of the night.
The gentle grace of her heart,
Woven in threads of tender care,
A tapestry of dreams she crafts,
With hands that nurture and repair.
In her eyes, a fire softly burns,
Illuminating paths unseen,
She walks with courage, quietly bold,
Through fields of hope, lush and green.
Womanhood, a symphony of life,
Echoing through the ages long,
A song of resilience, softly sung,
In every heart, her spirit strong.