In the quiet corners of the heart, she stands,
A lighthouse guiding through the stormy nights,
Her gentle hands hold worlds, vast and grand,
Whispering courage, igniting hidden lights.

Her voice, a melody of wisdom and grace,
Echoes through the corridors of time,
With every step, she carves her space,
Defying odds, her spirit, sublime.

Through trials unspoken, she forges her path,
Unyielding, like the mountains high,
Her strength, a river that knows no wrath,
Flowing with dreams, reaching for the sky.

In her eyes, a universe of stories untold,
Of battles won with silent might,
Her legacy, a tapestry of gold,
Embodying hope, as day turns to night.