In the cradle of dawn, her laughter blooms,
A gentle spirit weaving through the rooms.
With eyes like stars, she charts her course,
In the tapestry of life, she finds her source.
Through the seasons’ dance, her story unfolds,
A symphony of dreams, both new and old.
Her heart, a beacon, guiding her way,
In every shadow, she finds light of day.
Beneath the canopy of endless skies,
She paints her world with colors that rise.
A daughter’s love, both fierce and true,
In her embrace, the world is made anew.
As time unfurls its gentle touch,
Her legacy, a whisper, means so much.
In her journey, we find our own,
Through her spirit, love is shown.