She rises bright, a living fire,
A presence bold, refusing to tire.
Each step a wave, each breath a spark,
A force that claims both light and dark.
Around her bends a floral ring,
A tender shield, a rising wing.
It bends, it sways, it opens wide,
Yet cannot still the storm inside.
Beneath her skin, rich layers gleam,
Of storms survived and daring dream.
The sun, the soil, the winds confer
The vivid force of her—becoming her.