Description
In Death Valley's depths, before the dawn,
A woman stands in veil, like golden shawl,
Her eyes, the hue of sapphires, bright,
Reflecting the promise of morning light.
She looks out to the horizon, bold,
Where the night recedes, and day takes hold,
With a vision that sees beyond the sun,
To a world where dreams and hope are one.
She stands amidst the desert's vast expanse,
A figure of grace, in the early morning dance,
As the colors of sunrise paint the sky,
She stands, a beacon, for the world passing by.
With a heart that's strong, and a spirit that's true,
She walks her path, with purpose and view,
And in her eyes, the blue of the sky,
Is a reflection of the light she'll never deny.
So let her stand, in the morning's glow,
A woman of vision, with places to go,
And as the sun rises high above,
May her dreams take flight, and her heart soar with love.