In the garden of time, where dreams are sown,
Young hearts bloom, with hopes brightly shown.
Innocence dances in the morning light,
A symphony of laughter, pure and bright.
Whispering winds carry tales untold,
Of friendships forged in moments bold.
Together they wander, hand in hand,
Through the meadows of a magical land.
The world is a canvas, colors so grand,
Painted with care by a youthful band.
Each stroke a story, each hue a song,
Celebrating girlhood, where they belong.
As twilight descends, stars softly gleam,
They dream of tomorrow, with hearts agleam.
In the gentle embrace of the night,
Girlhood’s beauty shines ever bright.