In the quiet hum of morning’s birth,
In the tapestry of dawn, she treads,
A symphony of strength and grace,
A dance of dreams within her threads.With hands that weave through realms unseen,
A woman’s work, a masterpiece,
She conjures magic from the mundane,
In every stitch, a tale released.Through fields of dreams, her spirit roams,
An artisan in life’s grand scheme,
In shadows cast by rising suns,
Her silhouette, a timeless dream.With resilience, her loom is set,
Through trials faced and battles won,
A tapestry of love unfurls,
In every task beneath the sun.Through laughter lines and furrowed brows,
She paints a portrait rich and wise,
A masterpiece of hopes and fears,
In every gaze, a thousand skies.Her hands, the architects of time,
Crafting stories, bold and free,
In every choice, a stroke of fate,
A woman’s work, a legacy.So let us honor, celebrate,
The silent strength that she imparts,
For in the tapestry of dawn,
A woman’s work, a work of hearts.
