In the meadow of birthdays, she twirls with delight, Granddaughter Ella, our star shining bright. With a beaming smile, wicked humour in tow, Her laughter's a river, in starlight it flows. At seven years old, a magical age, Each moment with her, a turnable page. She sparkles in pink, where unicorns prance, And fairies join her in a joyous dance. Adored and cherished, she's special, a dream, A world filled with wonder, where love's always the theme. In our hearts, she reigns like the brightest of stars— Ella, our treasure, just as she is, no need to wish on Mars.