The August Moon saw the rise of a phoenix from the ashes, In the huts of poverty was she born, An arrow of peace, The changing touch of a stranger
She, the one with an old soul She, the one with joy She, the one with a vibrant smile She, the one with a heart of gold She, the one with selfless love
Born and bred with the tenacity of a lioness, courage did she ooze with her every day stride A delicate orchid, with the raw beauty of a black rose A gift amongst the blessed
She, a pillar of strength She, a beacon of hope She, a wild heart She, a rebellious soul She, a free spirit She, a phenomenal woman
Floundered the earth for her offspring did she, Gave wholeheartedly, Loved wholeheartedly, Lived fully did she. Still now, she molds from her final resting place a queen and king