In the quiet dawn, she rises anew,
Her voice a melody, once soft, now bold,
With every step, she claims her view,
In a world where stories of old are retold.

With eyes that see beyond the veils,
She dances on the fabric of the skies,
Her spirit, a ship with endless sails,
Navigating through storms, where truth lies.

Her laughter breaks the chains of ages,
Echoing through the halls of time,
Writing her story on unwritten pages,
Her journey, a rhythm, a timeless rhyme.

In unity she stands, a flame in the night,
Her heart a beacon, shining bright,
Together they weave a tapestry of might,
In the embrace of dawn’s gentle light.