In the garden where the roses bloom,
She stands with grace, dispelling gloom.
Her strength, a river’s steady flow,
Her heart, a beacon’s gentle glow.

The moonlight whispers in her ear,
A song of courage, void of fear.
Her laughter, like the morning dew,
Springs forth with life, both fresh and true.

She dances with the winds of change,
Embracing all within her range.
Her spirit, wild, untamed, and free,
Reflects the depth of earth and sea.

Through trials faced, she stands upright,
A warrior in the darkest night.
Her essence, pure, a radiant flame,
In every soul, she leaves her name.