In the quiet of dawn’s gentle embrace,
She rises with the sun’s first light,
Her spirit, an unyielding grace,
A beacon shining through the night.

With eyes that hold the stories of time,
She weaves her dreams with threads so fine,
Through storms and trials, she climbs,
Her heart, a fortress, divine.

Her laughter is a melody of hope,
Her tears, the rain that feeds the earth,
In every struggle, she learns to cope,
Finding strength in her self-worth.

She is the fire that never wanes,
A warrior in the face of fears,
Her legacy in every vein,
A testament through the years.