In the gentle whisper of the dawn, she stands,
A silhouette against the rising sun, fierce and grand.
Her spirit, like the ocean’s endless tide,
Carries dreams and hopes, unbound and wide.

Through winds that howl and skies that weep,
She walks with grace, where shadows creep.
Her heart, a fortress, strong and true,
In every storm, she finds her hue.

With eyes that hold the stars above,
She weaves her path with endless love.
Her voice, a melody of ancient lore,
Echoes strength forevermore.

In the tapestry of time, her story weaves,
A legacy of strength, in which she believes.
A beacon glowing in the darkest night,
A testament to her enduring might.