In the soft glow of dawn’s embrace,
She weaves dreams with tender grace.
Her hands, a gentle lullaby,
Cradle hopes beneath the sky.
With eyes that hold the stars’ light,
She guides us through each endless night.
Her laughter, a melody sweet,
Echoes through the paths we meet.
In her heart, a garden blooms,
Where love and warmth dispel the glooms.
Her whispers, like the morning dew,
Refresh the soul, forever true.
Through storms and calm, she stands tall,
A beacon when the shadows fall.
Her courage, an unwavering song,
Teaches us where we belong.