In the realm of dreams and whispered tales,
Queens rise with crowns of gentle fire,
Guiding with wisdom where the heart sails,
Their spirits lift us, ever higher.

Under the moon’s soft, watchful gaze,
They tread lightly, yet leave a mark,
Through storms and gentle summer haze,
Their courage ignites the spark.

With voices like a river’s song,
They speak of love, of hope’s embrace,
Teaching the world where we belong,
In their eyes, the stars find space.

Queens of old and queens anew,
Carrying dreams of a brighter day,
In their shadows, the flowers grew,
And in their light, we find our way.