In the morning light, their laughter rings,
Tiny feet dance to the rhythm of dreams,
Eyes aglow with endless possibilities,
Hearts pure, untainted by the world’s schemes.

They are the whispers of the future,
Crafting destinies with delicate hands,
Carving out paths of courage and grace,
In life’s vast and shifting sands.

Each smile a beacon in the darkest night,
Each tear a testament to their strength,
They rise with the dawn, fierce and bright,
Souls unbroken, love without length.

Daughters, they are the songs of tomorrow,
Echoing hopes in every heartbeat,
In their essence, we find our sorrow,
Yet in their journey, our joy is complete.