In the quiet dawn of morning light,
Her laughter dances with the breeze,
A daughter born of endless night,
With dreams that soar beyond the trees.
Her eyes, a mirror to the soul,
Reflecting hopes and whispered fears,
Through every rise and every fall,
She grows with love throughout the years.
A heart so pure, a spirit free,
She weaves her path with gentle hands,
In every tear, a melody,
In every smile, a world expands.
From tiny steps to giant leaps,
Her journey carves a trail of gold,
In every bond her heart still keeps,
A daughterâs tale of love retold.