In the cradle of dawn’s gentle embrace,
Daughters rise with dreams in their eyes,
Whispers of tomorrow, a tender grace,
Guiding them beneath vast, open skies.

Their laughter echoes like a gentle stream,
Carving paths through fields of golden light,
With every step, they weave a dream,
In the tapestry of day and night.

The world unfolds its mysteries wide,
In their hands, they hold the keys,
Courage and love walk side by side,
As they journey through life’s endless seas.

In their hearts, the stars softly glow,
A beacon of hope, a guiding art,
Daughters, with dreams, continue to grow,
A melody sung from the depths of the heart.