In the tender dawn of morning light,
A daughterâs dreams take gentle flight.
Her laughter, a melody so sweet,
Her footsteps, a rhythmic beat.
With eyes that hold the stars above,
She fills our hearts with endless love.
Her spirit, fierce yet kind and true,
A beacon shining through and through.
She dances through the fields of time,
Her voice, a soft and soothing rhyme.
A bond unbroken, firm and strong,
In her embrace, we all belong.
Through trials faced and mountains climbed,
She grows, her strength so well-defined.
A daughter, precious, pure, and bright,
Our guiding star, our source of light.