In the tapestry of time, where moments intertwine,
A tale unfolds of a journey so divine.
She’s not a baby anymore, you see,
A blossoming soul, wild and free.Once cradled in innocence, in a cocoon so tight,
Now she emerges, a butterfly in flight.
Giggles that echoed, like a melody sweet,
Now replaced by footsteps, a rhythmic beat.Tiny hands that once grasped at the air,
Now reach for dreams, with courage to dare.
Her eyes, wide with wonder, curiosity ablaze,
Unfurling the mysteries of life’s endless maze.No longer nestled in the haven of infancy,
She’s on a quest, a voyage of identity.
The nursery rhymes have given way to a song,
Of resilience, strength, where she belongs.Her laughter, a symphony, resonates with glee,
Echoing through the corridors of possibility.
Tiny shoes replaced by strides bold,
She’s not a baby anymore, truth be told.In the album of memories, snapshots unfold,
Of a metamorphosis, a story untold.
Her growth painted in hues of sunrise and more,
In the canvas of existence, she’s not a baby anymore.Yet, in her eyes, the sparkle remains,
A reminder of innocence that forever sustains.
For in every chapter, a new tale is spun,
She’s not a baby anymore, but a rising sun.With each passing day, a new chapter unfurls,
In the grand tapestry of life, where she twirls.
She’s not a baby anymore, this much is clear,
But a symphony of courage, embracing each frontier.So here’s to the journey, the highs and the lore,
In the saga of growing up, she’s not a baby anymore.
May her path be adorned with dreams to explore,
In the vast expanse of time, forever she’ll soar.
