International Women's Day

The Power of Women

A woman is the spark that lights the dawn,

With strength and grace, she moves the world along.

From tender heart to fierce, unyielding mind,

She carries the dreams of all humankind.

Her hands are the architects of the future,

Sculpting hope, love, and every venture.

In quiet moments, she holds the weight of time,

In her every breath, the universe rhymes.

Her laughter, a melody so pure and free,

Her tears, like rivers, flow to set hearts free.

She dances through the storms, with courage in her soul,

A woman’s spirit makes the broken whole.

She is the mother, the sister, the friend,

In her, all beginnings and endings blend.

From the cradle to the great unknown,

She builds her empire, and calls it home.

In silence, she dreams of a world anew,

Where her voice is heard, and her strength shines through.

She speaks of justice, of freedom, of grace,

And in her eyes, all the future’s embrace.

Her power lies not in the battles fought,

But in the kindness she’s carefully taught.

With every act, no matter how small,

A woman lifts the world, standing tall.

She is resilience wrapped in every hue,

A force of nature, steadfast and true.

For every woman, in every place,

Is a revolution, filled with grace.

So here's to the women, the warriors of light,

Who rise each day and stand for what’s right.

Through every struggle, through every fall,

It is the heart of a woman that answers the call.

The Everlasting Song of Women

A woman is a whisper in the wind,

A melody that lingers, soft and kind.

Her soul, a river flowing deep and wide,

She carries stories that the world can’t hide.

In her, the echoes of the ages ring,

She is the song that time itself does sing.

From the dawn of life, she’s held the key,

To every birth, every soul set free.

She has walked the earth with strength untold,

With grace in her heart and fire in her soul.

Her journey is one of endless creation,

A path of hope, love, and transformation.

Her hands are tender, yet mighty and strong,

Building empires where dreams belong.

She weaves the fabric of family and fate,

From the quiet home to the grandest state.

Her touch is healing, her words, a balm,

In her embrace, the world finds calm.

She is the mother, the heart, the guide,

With eyes that see the world with love and pride.

Through sleepless nights and weary days,

She carries all burdens, yet never sways.

Her voice, a lullaby in the dark,

Her presence, a beacon, a guiding spark.

She is the daughter, the promise of tomorrow,

In her laughter, a joy we all borrow.

She walks the path her foremothers paved,

With every step, her soul is saved.

Her spirit is free, untamed by fear,

She knows no limits, for she’s always near.

She is the sister, the companion in life,

In moments of joy, and times of strife.

She lifts you up when you can’t stand tall,

And stands beside you, through it all.

Her bond is a thread, eternal and true,

In the tapestry of life, she sees you through.

She is the lover, the passion, the fire,

With eyes that burn with unspoken desire.

She is the dreamer of worlds yet unseen,

In her embrace, the world is serene.

Her love is a garden, wild and deep,

A place of joy, where promises sleep.

She is the warrior, the shield, the might,

Fighting for justice, for what is right.

With every battle, her soul ignites,

For in her heart, there are no frights.

She stands tall in the face of despair,

With courage that others can only wear.

She is the teacher, the wisdom, the light,

In her words, the future takes flight.

She shapes the minds of the young and old,

Imparting knowledge, brave and bold.

Her lessons are timeless, her wisdom, divine,

She carves a path for generations to climb.

She is the worker, the hands that build,

With every effort, her purpose fulfilled.

In every corner of the world she thrives,

Her work is the pulse that keeps us alive.

Her labor is quiet, but never unseen,

For in her toil, the world is clean.

She is the dreamer, the visionary bright,

Her dreams, a flame that burns in the night.

She dares to envision the world yet to come,

A place of peace, where all are one.

Her dreams are her strength, her wings to fly,

With every thought, she reaches the sky.

She is the truth, the justice, the right,

The advocate for what is fair and bright.

With every voice, she speaks for the weak,

For every lost soul, she seeks.

Her heart beats with a rhythm of care,

For in her soul, all burdens she’ll share.

Through history’s pages, she’s stood the test,

A force of nature, never at rest.

She’s fought for freedom, for love, for peace,

And in her, all struggles find release.

She is the revolution, the change, the call,

For a better world where justice stands tall.

In every woman, there is a fire that glows,

A spirit untamed, a garden that grows.

She is the embodiment of life itself,

A treasure of beauty, of wisdom, of health.

She’s the sunrise after the darkest night,

The embodiment of all that is right.

Through every wound, she rises again,

Her strength untouched by any pain.

She is the cycle that never ends,

The love that heals, the one who mends.

Her resilience is woven into her being,

A symbol of all that we’re seeing.

For every woman is a story untold,

A tale of courage, both fierce and bold.

She is the beginning, the middle, the end,

The force that moves, the hand to lend.

She is the journey, the destination, the path,

A woman’s spirit is the world’s everlasting bath.

So let us celebrate, on this day and all,

The women who rise and stand tall.

For their strength is the root of every tree,

Their power, the light for all to see.

Let us honor the women, every shade, every face,

For in their hearts, the world finds grace.