In the gentle morning light, she rises,
A tapestry of dreams in her eyes,
With every step and every sigh,
She weaves her world, a radiant sunrise.

Her laughter dances through the air,
A melody of innocence and grace,
In her heart, a universe of care,
A tender spirit, time cannot erase.

Through the storms and gentle rains,
She stands unbowed, with courage anew,
A beacon of hope, breaking chains,
Her strength a testament, fierce and true.

In her shadow, we find our light,
A legacy of love and endless grace,
Daughters of dreams, glowing bright,
In their journey, we find our place.