From wild laughter to quiet grace,she moves through moments, time, and space.
The world has changed, yet deep inside,the same soft wonder still abides.

Each dream she’s sown, each thread she weaves,whispers stories the heart believes.
Of days once light, of nights set free —all shaping who she came to be.

She grows, she bends, she learns, she stays,unfolding gently in her ways.
For every breath, each turning key,is

Akar— the becoming —of her Kefi