In the quiet dawn, she rises strong,
Bearing the weight of dreams unspoken,
Her heart a fortress, her will a song,
Through trials and tides, never broken.

Her eyes hold stories of ancient lore,
Whispering courage in the darkest night,
A beacon of hope on every shore,
Illuminating paths with gentle light.

In the face of storms, she stands her ground,
Roots deep in the earth, branches reaching high,
With every challenge, her soul unbound,
A dance of strength beneath the vast sky.

She weaves her dreams with threads of gold,
Crafting a tapestry of life anew,
A testament to the brave and bold,
The strength of a woman, ever true.