In the quiet morning light, they rise,
Gentle echoes, daughters’ laughter, wise.
Their dreams like stars in the twilight skies,
Painting the world with their hopeful eyes.
Through the whispers of the trees they dance,
Spinning tales of love, a timeless trance.
In their hearts, a boundless expanse,
Carrying forward our lineage, our chance.
With every step, they carve their way,
Shaping tomorrow from the clay of today.
Their voices, a melody, a gentle sway,
Guiding us through the night to a brighter day.
Oh, daughters, vessels of dreams untold,
In your hands, the future we hold.
Brave and fierce, yet tender and bold,
Your stories, a legacy of pure gold.