In the heart of every dawn,
Lies a strength, silent and profound,
Through storms and gentle breezes,
Women rise, unbound and sound.

Carriers of dreams and hope,
With grace, they silently cope,
Their eyes, a mirror to the soul,
In their embrace, we become whole.

With every step, they leave a mark,
Lighting paths, even in the dark,
Their spirit, fierce and wild,
Yet tender, loving as a child.

In a world that often forgets,
Their worth, their endless depths,
Women, a force, a timeless grace,
In their essence, we find our place.