In the heart of the morning light,
She stirs with a silent might,
Her dreams woven in threads of gold,
A story of courage, quietly told.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
Her spirit soars, touching the sky,
With every step, a dance of grace,
She leaves her mark in every place.

Her laughter, a melody pure,
Her love, an eternal cure,
In her eyes, a world anew,
A strength that only few can view.

She builds, she nurtures, she defends,
An endless circle, no one comprehends,
In her hands, the future lies,
A woman, a beacon that never dies.