Lucy turns eighteen today, a radiant dawn, In her laughter and joy, all worries withdrawn. Caring and funny, with a humor so dry, She paints the world bright as the sun in the sky. Her smile is a beacon, her laughter the tune, A melody sweet as a nightingale's croon. Strong-willed is she, with resolve that's profound, A force of the heart, where success knows no bounds. Determined she walks, with the world in her gaze, A future unwritten but bright with her blaze. To Lucy, today on this landmark she stands, The world is her canvas, the brush in her hands.