Awiti

In a land where shadows loom,  

There dwells a lady, Awiti, in her room.  

Her spirit bright, her laughter clear,  

Though she's faced trials, she holds no fear.  

With eyes that sparkle, full of grace,  

She weaves her tale in a sacred space.  

For Awiti knows of pain and woe,  

Yet insists on finding the seeds to sow.  

"Make something from the broken shards,"  

She whispers softly, never marred.  

"Let sorrow be your guiding light,  

To forge a path through darkest night."  

Though storms may rage, and tears may fall,  

Awiti stands, resilient through it all.  

For in her heart, a fire burns bright,  

Turning darkness into radiant light.  

So let her wisdom guide your way,  

As you navigate through night and day.  

For Awiti's spirit, bold and true,  

Reminds us all, we'll make it through.