In the twilight hours of dawn, they rise,
With dreams woven in their innocent eyes.
They carry the whispers of ancient tales,
And dance through life on delicate trails.
Their laughter, a melody so pure and bright,
Illuminates the darkest night.
With every step, they leave a mark,
Guiding us like a lighthouse spark.
Through storms and sunshine, they stand tall,
Their courage echoing through the hall.
They are the builders of tomorrow’s dreams,
Flowing like rivers through life’s streams.
Daughters, the threads of love they weave,
In every hug, in every eve.
They are the future, the light, the song,
In their strength, we all belong.