In the quiet strength of morning light,
She stands with dreams that reach the sky,
Her voice a melody, pure and bright,
Singing tales of hope that never die.

With wisdom carved in gentle lines,
Her eyes reflect the world’s embrace,
Each challenge met with courage shines,
Her spirit dances, full of grace.

Through storms that seek to dim her fire,
She rises strong, unbowed, and free,
Her heart a beacon of desire,
Crafting futures yet to be.

Empowered by the dreams she holds,
She walks a path both fierce and kind,
In every story that unfolds,
She leaves no soul or dream behind.