She moves like rivers, wild and free,
A melody woven in destiny.
Her steps are echoes of stories untold,
Of fire and wisdom, fierce and bold.
She carries the dawn within her veins,
A dance of joy, a song of pain.
The colors of culture in her embrace,
A tapestry woven with love and grace.
She bends like branches, but never breaks,
Rising stronger with each heartache.
Her spirit sings in the winds that roam,
A soul that dances, forever its own.
Through storms and sunshine, she will rise,
A daughter of earth, of endless skies.
For within her, the rhythm flows—
A symphony only she truly knows.