In the quiet dawn, a body awakens,
A vessel of dreams, of strength unshaken.
Curves that tell stories, scars that sing,
The beauty of resilience in everything.

Like rivers flowing, each line defined,
A testament to the battles intertwined.
From the gentle hands that nurture life,
To the fierce hearts that conquer strife.

In every stride, a tale unfolds,
Of courage, of love, of spirits bold.
A canvas painted with hues so rare,
The essence of womanhood laid bare.

So let us honor this sacred form,
With reverence and hearts so warm.
For in each woman’s body, there lies,
An endless universe, beneath the skies.