In the gentle dawn of girlhood, dreams softly weave,
Through the tapestry of youth, tender and naive.
Laughter dances on the wings of the morning light,
As the heart discovers its own silent flight.
Beneath the sprawling canopy of emerald trees,
Secrets are shared with the whispering breeze.
A world of wonder unfolds in innocent eyes,
Painting skies with hues of endless surprise.
The river of time flows with a melody sweet,
Carrying whispers of journeys yet to meet.
Each step a story, each moment a song,
In the vibrant symphony where dreams belong.
As the sun sets gently on the horizon’s crest,
Girlhood’s dreams find a place to rest.
In the heart’s quiet corners, they softly reside,
Waiting for the dawn to once again guide.