In the quiet dawn, she rises with the sun,
A beacon of hope, her journey has begun.
With gentle hands, she shapes the day,
Her spirit fierce, come what may.

Through trials and storms, she stands tall,
A warrior’s heart, she heeds the call.
Her laughter, a melody, pure and bright,
Illuminating the darkest night.

In her eyes, stories of old reside,
Tales of love, courage, and pride.
She weaves a tapestry, rich and grand,
With threads of wisdom, by her hand.

Women of the world, rise and sing,
Let your voices in harmony ring.
For you are the essence, the lifeblood, the core,
The world is better, with you, evermore.