In dawn's quiet cradle, a baby lay small,
Eyes wide with wonder, embracing it all.
Born to a world both bright and vast,
Her laughter danced as the seasons passed.

A girl with fire, wild and free,
Her world a playground, no limits to see.
With scraped little knees and dreams that soared,
Each day an adventure, each path explored.

But as school days dawned, the world grew stern,
The sparkle of innocence took a new turn.
In whispers of “be proper” and “stay in line,”
She...