In shadowed valleys where echoes linger unspoken,
She rises, a queen with a crown forged from quiet endurance.
Her hands extend like branches heavy with fruit,
Offering sustenance to those wandering lost paths.
Whispers of forgotten storms cling to her sleeves,
Yet she transforms them into gentle rains that nourish the earth.
With eyes that hold the depth of hidden rivers,
She bestows light upon weary travelers,
Turning their burdens into feathers on the wind.
From veiled nights woven with unseen threads,
She emerges, weaving tapestries of warmth for the world.
Her generosity flows like a spring unblocked,
Healing fractures in the hearts of strangers,
Anbenevolent force that mends without question.
In her presence, the air softens,
And the weight of old silences lifts,
Revealing a kingdom built on compassion’s quiet strength.
TenPastTen 
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