In the gentle whispers of the dawn,
Where innocence finds its voice,
A niece with eyes like morning stars,
Brings forth a world of unbridled choice.

Her laughter echoes in the wind,
A melody of pure delight,
She dances through the fields of dreams,
Turning shadows into light.

With tiny hands that grasp the world,
And curiosity in her gaze,
She spins the tales of wonder,
In her ever-joyous plays.

Her presence, a balm to weary hearts,
In her, life’s magic is unfurled,
She is the bridge to endless hope,
In her, we see a brand new world.