Wren Erdös

In the quiet of dawn, a whisper rises,

A song of grace, a hymn of strength.

She moves with power, subtle and profound,

Not the loudest voice, yet one we heed.

In a world where eyes turn to the crown,

It’s the queen who balances the throne.

True power resides not in one alone,

But in harmony, in the union.

True power resides not in clamorous noise,

But in gentleness, humility’s embrace.

In the fluid, the free,

Lies the essence of being.

A queen, strong yet soft,

Holds the balance, carries the light.

We need this grace, this beauty, this flow,

To guide us to a place of harmony.

In a world of shouting voices,

It’s the quiet strength that holds.

The loudest isn’t always right,

It’s in whispers that we find truth.

The King, steady and bold,

Provides structure, a firm foundation.

In strength, in action, in steadfast will,

He moves kingdoms, he stands resilient.

As protector, he shields with unwavering might,

A guardian of hearts through the darkest night.

Through provision, he nurtures growth and life,

Ensuring the kingdom thrives.

Together, they embody grace and strength,

Each complementing, not equal, but true.

In their union, a kingdom thrives,

Harmony woven through their lives.

In a world of endless motion,

It’s the steadfast heart that anchors.

The strongest isn’t always seen,

It’s in the resolve, the quiet in-between.

If the queen were to try and be anything else,

her kingdom would crumble, pretenses unfurled.

Unrealistic expectations lead to strife,

only true selves sustain a flourishing life.

We seek the balance of our kingdom,

Not equal, but harmonized.

King and Queen, each in their place,

Together, they create harmony.

In embracing what makes us different,

We find unity, we grow.

To my siblings, standing with grace,

Your strength and beauty I embrace.

Rise with gentle power,

Stand with unwavering strength.

For in this balance, in this dance,

We find our path, our true advance.

In this dance, we find our way,

In whispers of grace, we move.