In the quiet dawn, she rises with the sun,
Her dreams woven in the fabric of morning light,
A tapestry of strength, unspoken and undone,
Yet shining brightly in the softest night.
Her grace is a river, flowing deep and wide,
Carving paths through mountains, bold and free,
With every step, she shapes the world outside,
Her spirit a force, as vast as the sea.
In the echo of her laughter, a melody unfolds,
A symphony of courage, tender and fierce,
Her voice, a beacon, as her story unfolds,
Guiding those lost, through shadows she pierce.
A woman of worth, an unparalleled art,
Her heart a garden, where wildflowers grow,
With roots in the earth, and dreams in the stars,
Her legacy whispers in the winds that blow.