In the dance of dawn’s gentle embrace,
Women rise, weaving dreams into the fabric
Of a world that often forgets their grace,
Yet, they stand, resilient and dynamic.

Through the echoes of a whispered past,
They carry stories of strength untold,
In every silent struggle, steadfast,
Their voices, a melody of the bold.

As mothers, leaders, and friends they soar,
Defying the chains of time’s old lore,
Building bridges where none stood before,
A testament to the power they store.

In every corner of life, they ignite
Flames of change with unwavering might,
Illuminating paths with their light,
Guardians of hope, they conquer the night.