In bustling Manila, where life flows fast, A sculptor finds strength in the Nilad plant’s past. Its leaves reach out, under the bright city sky, A sign of staying strong, like the battles she defies.
This tough little plant, through wind and rain, Reflects her spirit in the face of life’s strain. Tied to an office, her daily scene, But her heart beats free, in spaces between.
In uniform, she stands strong and proud, Serving her country, away from the crowd. A reservist’s duty, a noble role, In service and stone, she finds her soul.
Her hands sculpt stories with graceful care, Crafting resilience with every flare. Each leaf molded in vibrant green, Tells of strength unbroken, keen and serene.
With every twist and turn of her art, She tells a story of a brave heart. Despite tasks untasked, in roles she thrives, Living with joy, where dreams come alive.
The Nilad plant whispers her tale, too, Of strength and courage, fresh and true. A shine of heart and will so bright, In every leaf and soldier’s fight.
