In the quiet dawn, she rises with the sun,
Bearing the weight of dreams yet to come,
Her heart, a fortress of unyielding might,
Her spirit, a beacon that dispels the night.
Through storms and trials, she stands tall,
With every fall, she finds the strength to call,
Upon the courage that lies deep within,
To face the world and the battles therein.
Her hands, they weave the fabric of life,
Comforting the weary, easing the strife,
A gentle touch that heals and mends,
A soul that loves, a heart that defends.
She is the whisper in the winds of change,
A melody of hope, a voice not estranged,
The embodiment of resilience and grace,
The essence of womanhood, in every space.