With Each Morning's Promise

Reflections of pink, and gold on heaven’s floor, A hint of memories that came millenniums before, And the radiance of God’s glory, from the heart's core, Is a new dawn, for our taking. In these shades of light, a narrative is spun, Of women's strength and battles won, For rights to choose, for equality won't be shun, With each morning, a world's foundation shaking. They rise for autonomy, their voices clear, For choices over bodies, a future sincere, Where decisions are theirs, with no shadow of fear, With each morning, a new dawn's awakening. Equal pay, a demand that echoes wide, Breaking the chains of wage gaps, side by side, A future where worth isn't unfairly denied, With each morning, a brighter horizon breaking. Promotions earned through merit and skill, Not hindered by gender, a world to fulfill, A future where glass ceilings shatter at will, With each morning, progress relentless and unshaking. Hope whispers of change, with each sunrise, A world where justice and fairness arise, Where women's rights, like the sun, shall rise, With each morning, a future resolute for the taking.