In the garden of morning dew,
She walks with grace, a vision true.
Her laughter dances with the breeze,
A melody that puts hearts at ease.

Her eyes, mirrors of the skies,
Hold secrets of the moon’s rise.
With every glance, a story told,
Of dreams and hopes, both young and old.

Her presence, a calm, soothing light,
Guiding souls through the darkest night.
She wears her strength like a crown,
A queen in her own right, renown.

In her beauty, wisdom resides,
A testament to the tides.
She is the sun after the rain,
The joy in every heart’s refrain.