A young girl stands on the threshold of a dream.

With eyes wide open, full of wonder and light,

She's a bud in the morning, fresh and bright.

Just as the dawn ushers the day anew,

Petals unfurl, kissed by the dew.

So too does she, with each passing hour,

Embrace the change, her inner power.

From the innocence of pink to the wisdom of rose,

Her journey's path, only nature knows.

With each experience, she grows and she learns,

Like a flower to the sun, she naturally turns.

The first bloom is a dance, a delicate sway,

A celebration of life, in a vibrant display.

She's beauty and strength, in a soft, subtle form,

Weathering storms, yet gentle and warm.

In the fullness of time, she'll come into her own,

From the seeds of her youth, how gracefully she's grown.

An ode to growing up, to the love that's been sown,

She stands in full bloom, a queen on her throne.