In the quiet dawn, she rises, a pillar of grace,
Her heart a reservoir of endless strength,
Through storms and trials, she finds her pace,
A beacon of light, extending her length.

Her hands weave dreams from threads of hope,
With every challenge, she stands tall,
In shadows deep, she learns to cope,
Her spirit, unbroken, answers the call.

From ancient tales to modern days,
Her courage, a flame that never dies,
In countless forms, her strength displays,
A warrior’s spirit in disguise.

With love as her armor, wisdom her sword,
She crafts a world where she can soar,
In her eyes, a future unexplored,
Her strength, a legacy to endure.