In the quiet dawn of morning’s light,
She rises with a heart so bright,
A tapestry of dreams unfurled,
She carries the weight of the world.
Her laughter like a gentle breeze,
Her tears a river, seeking peace,
With every step, she dances free,
A living poem, wild and free.
Through trials that would break the strong,
She finds the strength to carry on,
A beacon in the darkest night,
Her spirit, pure and ever bright.
In the mirror, she sees her face,
A story told in lines of grace,
For in her soul, the truth abides,
The beauty of the life she guides.