Your hair blooms like wild violets 
in the heart of a vast savanna. 
A story twists in every curl,
rooted in ancient soil, watered by distant rains. 
You hold the sun in your eyes, 
gazing beyond horizons that only the brave dare cross.

Golden bangles, heavy as promises, 
sing songs passed from hand to hand, 
from mother to daughter, 
incised with memories, 
etched with love. 
Your skin, adorned in hues of sunset and dust, 
reminds me of the earth's tender nature, 
where we all began.

You dance between worlds, 
one foot in the spirit realm, 
the other grounded in the now. 
A headscarf crowns you, 
its pattern like rivers winding, 
mapping the paths our ancestors took 
in search of home. 
You, child of many moons, wear that journey.

The universe bends for you— 
stars gather in your palms, 
dandelions rise to greet you. 
Every breath you take is a new season, 
every step, a fresh beginning. 
Even in silence, the winds speak your name, 
and the flowers bloom at your feet.

Oh, goddess wrapped in human form, 
carry our stories, our dreams, 
like the weightless clouds on your shoulders. 

When the night comes, 
may your glow never fade, 
for you are the daughter of the earth, 
the keeper of light.