In the cradle of dawn, she dances with dreams,
Her laughter, a melody of morning streams.
Eyes filled with wonder, a world yet to explore,
A daughterâs heart, an open door.
As the sun climbs high, she learns to fly,
With every step, she reaches the sky.
Her voice, a song of courage and grace,
In her spirit, the light of a thousand days.
Under the twilightâs gentle embrace,
She finds her path, her own sacred space.
In whispers of stars, her stories unfold,
A tapestry of life, woven in gold.
When night descends, dreams softly weave,
In her heart, a legacy sheâll leave.
Through the seasons, her essence will flow,
A daughterâs love, an eternal glow.