In fields where daisies dance and twirl,
She finds her world in a simple swirl,
With dreams as vast as the endless sky,
She questions not the reasons why.

Her laughter rings like morning bells,
In stories only she can tell,
A heart unburdened, wild and free,
Embracing all that she can be.

The world is magic in her eyes,
A kingdom where no sorrow lies,
With every step, a new delight,
Each day a canvas pure and bright.

Through girlhood’s gentle, fleeting phase,
She moves with grace in tender ways,
A symphony of hope and cheer,
As innocence begins to clear.