In the garden of dreams, they grow,
Bright petals that the sun does know,
With laughter like the morning dew,
Daughters bring a light that’s true.

They dance where shadows dare not stay,
A beacon in the darkest day,
With hearts so pure and spirits high,
They paint the stars across the sky.

Their whispers carry wisdom’s tune,
A lullaby beneath the moon,
With every step, they leave a mark,
A legacy that lights the dark.

So cherish them, these blossoms rare,
With tender love and gentle care,
For daughters are the sweetest part,
The blooming flowers of our heart.