In the quiet dawn of morning light,
She rises like the sun so bright,
With dreams that sparkle in her eyes,
And courage that never dies.
Her heart, a well of endless love,
A spirit free, like a soaring dove,
She dances through the storms of life,
Embracing joy, enduring strife.
A womanâs strength, a silent roar,
In gentle hands that heal and more,
Her grace, a whisper in the wind,
Her journey, where dreams begin.
With every step, she writes her tale,
Her voice, a song that will not fail,
For being a woman is to be,
A force of nature, wild and free.