In quiet whispers and gentle hands,
She weaves the threads of time and land,
Among the shadows she silently stands,
Her strength unseen, yet always grand.

Through laughter and tears, she paves the way,
A guiding light in the break of day,
Her heart a compass, never to sway,
In her embrace, all fears decay.

She molds the world with dreams untold,
In every story, her courage bold,
The keeper of histories, new and old,
In her silence, a tale unfolds.

With wisdom deep and vision wide,
She stands as a pillar, side by side,
In her spirit, hope and strength reside,
A testament to life’s eternal tide.