In the gentle whispers of the dawn,
She dances through the morning light,
A tapestry of grace softly drawn,
Embracing day, dispelling night.
Her strength, a river deep and wide,
Flowing through the valleys of time,
With wisdom as her steady guide,
She weaves her story, pure and prime.
Compassion like a blooming flower,
Opens hearts with tender care,
In her presence, every hour,
Love becomes a gentle prayer.
She is the muse of endless dreams,
The melody of life’s sweet song,
In her eyes, the universe gleams,
A harmony where we belong.