In the gentle gaze of morning light, she stands,
A daughter, weaving dreams with tender hands.
Her eyes, like stars, illuminate the night,
Guiding her path through shadows and the bright.
Her laughter, a melody that dances in the air,
Lifts the spirits, banishing despair.
With every step, she carves her own way,
A beacon of hope in the light of day.
Her heart, a garden where wildflowers bloom,
Nurtured with love, dispelling the gloom.
She carries the wisdom of ages untold,
In her embrace, warmth and courage unfold.
Oh daughter of dreams, with wings of grace,
Fly to horizons where heartbeats embrace.
In your journey, let love be your guide,
For in your light, the world will confide.