In the quiet of the morning light,
They whisper dreams that take their flight,
With eyes that sparkle, hearts so pure,
Their gentle smiles, a world allure.

Daughters bloom like flowers rare,
With love so deep, beyond compare,
Through trials and joys, they stand so tall,
Their silent strength outshines us all.

In every laugh, in every tear,
They weave the bonds that bring us near,
With courage bold, and spirits bright,
They light the dark, they are our light.

So let us cherish every day,
The daughters who in our hearts stay,
For in their grace and in their might,
They are the dawn, the stars at night.