In the gentle touch of a morning breeze,
Lies the grace of a thousand dreams,
Whispering tales of ancient queens,
With eyes that gleam and hearts that beam.

The strength of mountains, silent and tall,
Echoes through her every call,
A warrior’s spirit, fierce and true,
In the softest shade of blue.

Beauty that blooms like springtime flowers,
Unfolding through the quiet hours,
A tapestry of light and shade,
In every smile, a serenade.

Femininity, a radiant flame,
Beyond the bounds of name or fame,
In every soul, it finds its mark,
A timeless dance, a luminous spark.