For the Aries Woman
A poem for the first sign of the zodiac, born of fire and spirit.
She does not wait for spring's polite command,
But cracks the frost with her unyielding hand.
A spark, a flare, a sudden rush of light,
A blazing trail against the passive night.
Her laughter is a challenge to the gray,
Her courage turns the stumbling into play.
No mountain stands too tall for her to climb,
She conquers distance, one bold step at time.
Her heart, a forge where raw ambitions glow,
With honest fire that lets the truest show.
She leads with passion, fiercely undertakes,
A vibrant soul that never, ever fakes.
So here's to her, the pioneer, the flame,
The Aries woman — always winning her own game.
"She is a burst of first light, the spark that starts the flame."