In the land where whispers of ancient tales reside,
A queen stands with grace, her heart open wide.
Her crown is not just jewels, but dreams she weaves,
In her eyes, the light of a thousand eves.

Her footsteps echo through the halls of gold,
Each step a story, each story bold.
The throne is not her only seat of power,
For in her words, kingdoms bloom and flower.

The winds carry her name across distant lands,
In her touch, the gentle guidance of hands.
Through storms and sun, she holds her reign,
A beacon of hope, in joy and pain.

Under her gaze, the world finds its song,
In her presence, we all belong.
A queen of hearts, beyond the crown’s gleam,
In her realm of dreams, we find our theme.