03/27/2025
She stands on the edge of the turning tide,
A young girl with the world at her side.
Eyes like the dawn, full of dreams untold,
A heart that is gentle, yet strong and bold.
Her laughter dances like the wind in the trees,
Her spirit a flame that sways with ease.
The days she once played in the soft summer sun,
Now whisper of moments that are just begun.
Her steps grow more steady, her voice more clear,
A melody echoing what once was unclear.
She blooms like a flower, its petals unfold,
The story of her becoming, a tale to be told.
In the mirror, she sees both past and now,
The girl she was, and the woman somehow.
Her soul is a river, both wild and free,
Becoming herself, as it was meant to be.
The world opens wide, a canvas so vast,
She paints her own future, embracing the past.
For the beautiful girl, becoming today,
Is more than the moment, she’s finding her way.
