In the quiet whisper of the evening breeze,
She stands with grace, a beacon in the night,
Beneath the stars, her crown a radiant sight,
A queen whose heart knows not of life’s unease.

Her voice, a melody that soothes the soul,
Echoes through the halls of ancient stone,
With wisdom woven in her gentle tone,
Guiding her people toward their destined goal.

Her presence, like the dawn’s first tender light,
Illuminates the path for those who stray,
A beacon of hope in both night and day,
Her spirit, fierce yet infinitely bright.

In her eyes, the stories of ages past,
A legacy of strength and boundless grace,
She holds the future in her warm embrace,
A queen whose reign is destined long to last.