In the stillness of dawn, she rises,
A beacon of hope, her voice soothes,
With words like silk, woven tales,
Of struggles and triumphs, she infuses.

Her laughter, a melody, pure and bright,
Her tears, a testament to battles fought,
Through shadows and light, she strides,
An emblem of courage, never caught.

Every verse she pens, a legacy,
Echoing through time, unyielding,
A tapestry of pain and joy,
Her spirit, forever shielding.

Maya, a name whispered in reverence,
Her story, a guide to follow,
In her presence, we find strength,
In her absence, we find sorrow.