Triumphant Dawn
Reflection
As morning breaks, a figure stands tall,
With horses strong, she conquers all.
The flag waves high, a symbol bold,
Of freedom's call, a story to be told.
In silhouetted form, against the light,
She rides forth, into the morning's sight.
The horses' manes, a flowing stream,
As they gallop on, a majestic dream.
The clouds, a canvas, orange and gold,
A backdrop for this tale to unfold.
The statue stands, a testament to might,
A beacon of hope, in the morning's first light.
With every step, a story's spun,
Of courage, strength, and a journey just begun.
The wind whispers secrets, as the flag unfurls,
A call to adventure, that touches the heart and whirls.