In the cradle of dawn she dances,
With dreams woven in her hair,
A melody of innocence,
In the morning’s gentle air.

Her laughter paints the skies,
A symphony of youthful grace,
Time’s gentle hand guides her,
Through each cherished embrace.

With every step she blossoms,
Into the woman she’s meant to be,
A tapestry of strength and hope,
Unfolding gracefully.

Yet the child within still lingers,
In every smile and tear,
A daughter growing, ever glowing,
In hearts she holds dear.