In the quiet dawn of whispered dreams,
She rises with the sun, a radiant queen,
Her voice, a melody that softly streams,
Through valleys deep and fields of evergreen.

With courage carved from ancient stone,
She walks the path her mothers paved,
In battles fought yet never alone,
Her spirit fierce, her heart unscathed.

Her laughter echoes in the halls of fate,
A symphony of stories yet untold,
In unity, her sisters congregate,
Their power in the dreams they hold.

A tapestry of strength and grace unfurled,
She stands, a beacon in the night,
In her hands, she cradles a world,
Illuminated by her tireless light.