In the gentle cradle of the dawn, she wakes,
Her laughter, a melody the morning breaks,
Eyes twinkling like the stars in the sky,
My daughter, my angel, my reason why.
With tiny hands that hold the world so tight,
She dances in the day, a burst of light,
Her dreams, a garden where the flowers grow,
In her eyes, the universe begins to glow.
Sheâs the whisper of the wind in the trees,
The song of the birds and the hum of the bees,
My heartâs echo, in every beat sheâs there,
My daughter, my love, beyond compare.
As the night draws its curtain, she still shines,
A beacon of hope in these heart of mine,
Her spirit, a flame that will never fade,
My daughter, my joy, the path sheâs laid.