Poem

                                                   SHE RISE    

She rises with the morning light,

 A force of grace, so bold, so bright. 

 Her hands weave dreams; her heart stands tall

She carries love and lifts us all.

She moves with strength, yet soft as rain, 

 Through winds of joy, through storms of pain.

 Her voice, a song—so fierce, so free, A melody of destiny.

She builds, she heals, she leads the way, 

 Through endless nights and hopeful day

. A world reborn within her hands,

 She shapes the earth; she makes it stand.

So, here’s to her—the soul so wide,

 The power within, the burning pride.

 A woman’s heart, a boundless sea, A timeless fire, unchained, set free.

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