Beneath the silver whispers of the moon,
Daughters bloom like petals in the night.
Their laughter, a symphony of stars,
Guiding lost souls to a haven of light.

In the quiet embrace of twilight’s grace,
They weave dreams with threads of hope.
Every tear, a precious gem,
Every smile, a beacon on life’s slope.

Through storms and sunny days alike,
Their courage stands tall, unwavering.
In their hearts, a fire burns bright,
A testament to love’s undying spring.

Daughters, the silent strength we hold dear,
Their spirit, an endless source of cheer.
With every step, they forge a path,
Leaving footprints of love, heartfelt and clear.