In the dawn of a gentle smile,
A daughter’s laughter fills the air,
Her dreams like kites soaring high,
In her eyes, the world is fair.
She walks in grace, a tender light,
A melody of love and care,
Her heart, a garden blooming bright,
In her presence, burdens wear.
With whispered words, she paints the sky,
Stories woven with golden thread,
Her spirit dances, wild and free,
In her embrace, all fears are shed.
A daughter, a beacon shining clear,
Through life’s storms, a guiding hand,
Her strength, a river flowing deep,
A legacy of dreams, bravely planned.