In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where shadows dance in moonlit grace,
Lies a heart that knows no fright,
A soul that time cannot erase.

Amidst the storm, it stands so tall,
Rooted deep in earth’s embrace,
Facing winds that rise and fall,
With courage time cannot displace.

Through the fire, it walks unscarred,
Embers glowing in its stride,
For every scar tells a tale unmarred,
Of battles fought with strength and pride.

In the silence after the storm,
When peace returns to the sky,
Resilience takes its gentle form,
A hero’s spirit, standing nigh.