In the quiet strength she holds within,
A fortress built of dreams and might,
Her voice, a gentle whisper in the din,
Guides lost souls through the night.

Her eyes, a mirror of the worlds untold,
Reflect the battles she has bravely fought,
With every scar, a story unfolds,
Of courage that cannot be bought.

Her hands, they weave the fabric of care,
Crafting love from threads of time,
Each gesture an answer to a silent prayer,
A melody without rhyme.

In her presence, mountains bow with grace,
Rivers sing songs of her endless worth,
For she carries the universe in her embrace,
A testament to the power of her birth.