Beneath the silver sky, they dance with grace,
Daughters of the moonlit dreams, in a delicate embrace.
With hearts as pure as morning dew,
They weave their hopes in shades of blue.

Through fields of gold and endless light,
They chase the stars, so bold and bright.
In whispers soft, their laughter rings,
Like melodies that heaven sings.

Their spirits soar on wings of love,
Guided by the stars above.
In every heart, their light does gleam,
Daughters of the moonlit dream.

With courage strong, they face the night,
Transforming darkness into light.
A legacy of joy and grace,
Forever etched upon life’s face.