In the quiet whispers of dawn’s gentle call,
Sisters gather, their hearts standing tall.
Through laughter and tears, in joy or in pain,
Their bond unyielding, like an endless chain.

In the dance of autumn leaves that freely fall,
They find strength together, answering each call.
Through trials and triumphs, hand in hand they stand,
A sisterhood forged in the warmth of the land.

As winter’s chill embraces the earth so wide,
Their spirits ignite, with love as their guide.
In moments of silence, their souls intertwine,
A tapestry woven with threads so divine.

When spring’s bloom whispers of hope anew,
Their dreams take flight, painted in skies so blue.
With every heartbeat, their legacy grows,
In the garden of sisterhood, forever it flows.