In the quiet strength she stands,
A beacon of hope, a guiding light,
Her voice, a melody of gentle commands,
Turning darkness into radiant sight.
With every step, she carves her way,
Through storms and trials unyielding,
Her spirit dances, come what may,
A tapestry of dreams she’s weaving.
In her eyes, the stories of old,
Wisdom whispered through the ages,
A heart of fire, fierce and bold,
Her legacy penned on timeless pages.
She is the dawn of a hopeful morrow,
The strength that lifts, the love that binds,
In her presence, we borrow,
A glimpse of the divine that shines.