In the quiet whispers of the night,
Daughters hold their dreams tight,
With gentle hands, they weave the light,
Into tapestries of love, pure and bright.

Through storms and trials they stand tall,
A silent strength within them all,
Their hearts a beacon, never to fall,
Guiding us through every squall.

With every step, they grace the earth,
A testament to love’s true worth,
In laughter and in sorrow’s dearth,
They bring forth hope, a constant rebirth.

Daughters, the unsung song of life,
In every joy and every strife,
They carve their path, free of strife,
An eternal bond, ever so rife.