In the gentle cradle of the morning light,
She smiles, a vision pure and bright,
Her laughter like a melody, so sweet,
A dance of joy with tiny feet.

Her eyes, two stars of wonder and grace,
Reflect the world, a magical place,
With every question, a new horizon unfurls,
A universe captured in golden curls.

Through days of play and whispered dreams,
She paints the world in vibrant themes,
Her heart a garden where love takes root,
A symphony played on nature’s flute.

As time weaves its tapestry, thread by thread,
I see her grow, with wings outspread,
My daughter, a beacon of hope and light,
Guiding me through the darkest night.