In the cradle of morning light,
Her laughter dances with the dawn,
Each step a gentle promise,
As she grows, her spirit drawn.

With eyes like budding stars,
Her dreams unfurl like petals wide,
A universe within her gaze,
Where innocence and wisdom abide.

The world spins in her tiny hands,
A tapestry of hopes and fears,
Yet courage threads her every move,
A melody that calms and cheers.

Now as the seasons softly turn,
I stand beside and watch her fly,
A daughter blooming with the sun,
A journey shared as years go by.