Amidst the whispering leaves, she stands,
A gentle spirit with dreams in her hands.
Her laughter echoes through the silent night,
As stars align to guide her flight.

Her eyes, a canvas of untold tales,
Reflecting the dawn and sunset trails.
With every step, the earth sings anew,
A melody of hope in skies so blue.

She weaves her path with threads of gold,
In stories of courage, silently told.
Her heart, a lantern in the darkest storm,
Keeps the weary and broken warm.

As the world dances to her gentle song,
She knows her place, where dreams belong.
In every shadow, she finds the light,
A timeless beacon, forever bright.