In the dance of dusk and dawn, Shyla's sixteenth light is drawn. With gentle heart and spirit bright, She turns the shadows into light. A radiant grace her smile bestows, In kindness her gentle river flows. Her beauty, like the moon's embrace, Lights the world with endless grace. Oh Shyla, dear goddaughter of mine, May your path be ever divine. As you journey through life's tender art, Carry kindness, your truest heart.