In the quiet of dawn, she rises,
A beacon of light, where hope lies,
With dreams woven in golden threads,
She walks the path that destiny treads.
Her voice, a melody of ancient times,
Echoes the strength of mountains high,
With every step, she breaks the chains,
A warrior of love, in life’s vast plains.
Her hands, they build a world anew,
Crafting visions with a vibrant hue,
In her gaze, a future bright unfolds,
A testament to the stories untold.
She dances in the storm with grace,
In the tapestry of time, she finds her place,
With courage as her steadfast guide,
She empowers others, far and wide.