She does not use her fists, but her courage.
She does not overpower, but gently persists.
With conviction, through prolonged thought,
She remains steadfast.
On pilgrimage, she finds love;
Bringing it home each time.
She labours the soil and waters the earth;
With patience, she waits.
Exerting herself has become a reward
She must choose wisely to receive.
She crafts strength like jars of clay,
Placing each one in her home.
