In the morning light, they rise and shine,
With laughter that dances, pure and fine.
Their eyes, a mirror of endless dreams,
A world of wonder, or so it seems.

They paint the sky with hues of grace,
With every step, leaving a trace.
Their voices, melodies of the heart,
Each note a promise, a brand new start.

Through storms and trials, they remain,
Resilient spirits, free from pain.
Their courage, a beacon in the night,
Guiding us with gentle might.

Daughters, the sunlight of our days,
Inspiring love in countless ways.
With hearts so pure and spirits bright,
They are our joy, our guiding light.