Upon a cobblestone pathway, stands a figure, tender, light, dressed in soft floral whispers, under the watchful day's bright. Her gaze, a tranquil lighthouse, in bustling seas takes flight, Guiding lost, weary sailors through the thickest of the night.
Her black tresses flow freely, like a river of midnight, Catching the zephyr's soft serenade, in the warmth of sunlight. Elegant, slender figure, a portrait of delicate might, A testament to the grace, that blossoms in the quiet.
So when you stand on life's cobblestones, uncertain and slight, Remember her gentle strength, her unyielding spirit's fight. For beauty blooms in unexpected places, beneath the starlight, And hope, dear friend, can always make the darkest path ignite.