In the tapestry of dawn, she rises,
Woven with threads of strength unseen,
Her whispers echo in the morning breeze,
A symphony of grace, serene.

Through shadows deep and valleys wide,
Her spirit dances, undeterred,
With every challenge, she finds her stride,
Her heart’s soft song, a timeless word.

In the mirror of the moonlit night,
Dreams shimmer in her gentle gaze,
A constellation of hopeful light,
Guiding her through life’s intricate maze.

She is the storm and the calm after,
A river’s flow, both fierce and mild,
In her laughter, echoes of ancient laughter,
The woman, the warrior, the child.