Her feet that walk with utmost silence as she threads the ground with grace.
It’s her magic that swings her moods of pure essence.
There’s no one like her, she’s seen in the valleys,
as nature welcomes her trusted soul.
She speaks volumes that echo her name.
As she rises, her scars disappear because of her endurance.
She creates, she elevates, she’s her own masterpiece.
Pieces of her puzzle are yet to be found.
They are not lost but somewhere hidden.
Waiting for the right moment to shine.
Her feet like hinds’ feet climbs with bounding steps,
as she stays focused on her journey.
Her loyalty to her family is priceless.
She’s the earth, the trees, the ocean.
She’s the universe that cannot be destroyed.
Her fierce fire and resilience come from struggles,
that taught her not to fear, but stand.
She comes from the grass roots of foundations.
Civilizations cry her name.
Her story is written, as her name spells unity.
She dances to her own rhythm that shakes
her and will not break her.
She’s unstoppable, unmovable, and unbreakable.
What’s her name? Say it, as it echoes in the wind.
