In the heart of silence, she stands strong,
A beacon of hope, where shadows belong.
With every stride, she carves her way,
Through the night, and into the day.
Her laughter, a melody, pure and bright,
Illuminating the darkest night.
Her wisdom, an ageless tree,
Rooted deep, yet soaring free.
She carries the world with tender hands,
A nurturer of dreams, across distant lands.
In her eyes, stories untold,
Of battles fought, and love so bold.
A tapestry of strength and grace,
She moves through life, leaving a trace.
A testament to all sheâs seen,
The living essence of a queen.