Her laughter rings like morning’s chime,
A girl with hair like silver rhyme.
Thus youth and wisdom dance as one,
Her heart outshines the golden sun.
With every step, the flowers sway,
As God's love guide her all the way.
Her eyes hold dawn’s untamed embrace,
A tender glow, a soft-spun grace.
The world grows bright where she may tread,
With joy she spins, with love she’s fed.
Oh, vibrant soul, so wild, so free!
A silver star for all to see!
Silver Light
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