In the quiet corners of a sunlit room,
Where dreams are woven like threads of gold,
She dances on the edge of innocence,
A tapestry of stories yet untold.

Her laughter echoes through the summer breeze,
A melody of hope and tender grace,
With eyes that hold the secrets of the stars,
Reflecting worlds she yearns to embrace.

She wanders through fields of wildflower dreams,
Heart open wide to the vast unknown,
Carving paths in the earth with fearless steps,
In every moment, she finds her own.

In the twilight of her cherished youth,
She gathers memories like falling leaves,
Each one a whisper of the girl she was,
In the garden of time, she gently weaves.