In the quiet whispers of the dawn,
She rises with the sun, embracing light,
Through every shadow, she is reborn,
Her soul a beacon, unwavering, bright.

With gentle hands, she shapes the world,
Crafting dreams with tender care,
Her heart a tapestry unfurled,
Love and courage woven there.

In storms of life, she stands her ground,
A pillar of strength amidst the strife,
Her voice a melody profound,
Echoing the symphony of life.

Through endless nights and fleeting days,
She dances to the rhythm of her own song,
A testament to womanhood’s ways,
In her, the universe finds where it belongs.