Like the blooming rose in spring,
A woman's beauty is a radiant thing.
Her softness like the petals, her grace like the stem,
Nature's gifts to her, a perfect gem.
A woman is like the ocean's tide,
Ebb and flow with a strength inside.
Her depths are mysterious, her power immense,
Nature's wonder in the form of a woman's presence.
A woman is like the autumn leaves,
Falling gently with a rustling breeze.
Her colors are vibrant, her spirit strong,
Nature's way of showing she belongs.
A woman is like the snow-capped peak,
Majestic and strong, never meek.
Her will is unbreakable, her heart pure,
Nature's marvel, forever enduring.
A woman is like the morning dew,
Fresh and new, with a beauty that's true.
Her radiance shines bright, her spirit free,
Nature's treasure, forever to be.
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