In the cradle of stars, a preemie was born, A radiant soul on a fragile morn. With a smile that could light a thousand nights, She danced through life's tender heights. At eighteen, a beacon, so bright and wise, Her laughter's a blessing, her wit never lies. A mind like a galaxy, vast and profound, Her heart like a harbor, safe and sound. Once crowned as the dux, now she flies, Through halls of learning, touching the skies. Here's to her journey, a future so bright, A mosaic of dreams on a canvas of light.