In a sunlit garden, Murphy strolls, Where daisies dance and roses unfold. An eighteen-year blossom, bold and bright, She gathers petals and hugs them tight. With laughter blooming from her heart, Her love for flowers, a work of art. Her arms, open wide, a gentle embrace, In her hug, the world finds its place. Tender and true, her spirit sings, In each embrace, a promise springs— Though time may pass and seasons shift, Her love remains, life's sweetest gift.