In the garden of innocence, she blooms,
A tender bud amidst the morning dew,
Embracing the sunlight of her youth,
With every dawn, a new hope to pursue.
Her laughter dances on the summer breeze,
A melody of joy that never fades,
In her eyes, the sparkle of endless seas,
A testament to dreams yet unmade.
Through fields of wonder, she wanders free,
Collecting moments like petals in her hand,
The world a canvas of possibility,
Her heart a compass to uncharted lands.
Girlhood is a journey of pure delight,
A chapter in lifeâs ever-turning page,
With every step, she writes her own light,
A story that will flourish with age.