Description

With grace that dances like twilight wind, Three figures rise, serene and slender—
Adorned in robes of flame and dusk, Their silhouettes paint a story tender.

Baskets crowned with golden fruit, Symbols of strength and silent toil,
They walk a path of flowing hues, Across a canvas rich with soil.

Their presence speaks in silent verse, Of unity, of light, of land—
A tribute to the power held In every woman’s outstretched hand.