In the quiet of dawn, her dreams take flight,
A daughter blossoms in morning light.
Her laughter, a melody, sweet and pure,
In her eyes, a future bright and sure.

Through fields of gold, she dances with grace,
A gentle spirit, time cannot erase.
Her heart, a garden, where love grows wild,
In every moment, forever a child.

As the sun sets, casting its glow,
In her warmth, we find the love we sow.
A daughter’s path, both gentle and strong,
In her presence, life’s sweetest song.

In her hands, the world is tenderly held,
A promise of dreams, gracefully spelled.
With every step, she lights the way,
A guiding star, night and day.