In the quietude of night’s embrace, she stands,
A gentle force, a timeless dance,
Her essence woven in the stars so bright,
A tapestry of grace, in silver light.

Her laughter echoes through the whispering trees,
A melody that rides the evening breeze,
Soft yet strong, like petals kissed by rain,
A harmony of joy, born from pain.

She paints the world in hues of gentle dawn,
Her brush a tender touch, a heart reborn,
In every shadow, she finds a spark of light,
A beacon of hope, in the heart of night.

Through storms she sails, with courage as her guide,
An ocean vast, where dreams and fears collide,
Her spirit, a river that flows eternally,
In her embrace, the world finds serenity.