In quiet grace, she walks the land,
With strength as soft as silken sand.
A heart of gold, a will of flame,
The stars themselves recall her name.

Mitsuki — morning's gentle hue,
A soul forever strong and true.
With eyes that see through storm and strife,
She threads her love through every life.

She speaks, and winds begin to still,
She dreams, and mountains bend to will.
The world, it leans to hear her song,
A melody both fierce and long.

She builds, she heals, she lifts, she leads,
A sower of the quiet seeds
That bloom in hearts too bruised to grow —
Yet through her care, they start to glow.

Not born to rule, yet still a queen,
In every act, so bold, serene.
No crown of gold, no throne of stone —
Her power lies in love alone.

O Mitsuki, your name shall stay
In whispered winds and break of day.
A woman vast as sky and sea —
A mirror of what we hope to be.