In the quiet of the night, her eyes gleam bright,
Bearing the weight of worlds in her gentle hands.
With every dawn, she rises anew,
A beacon of hope, steadfast and true.

Through storms and trials, she forges ahead,
Her spirit unbroken, her heart unafraid.
With grace and courage, she conquers all,
Standing tall, she never falls.

Her strength is not in muscle or might,
But in the love she gives and the dreams she ignites.
In every struggle, she finds her way,
Turning darkness into day.

A woman of strength, a marvel untold,
Her story of resilience is pure gold.
In her presence, we find our own,
For in her strength, our strength is shown.