In a twirl of time, sweet Daniela stands, Twelve years young, with dreams as grand. Her heart pirouettes on a hopeful stage, A dancer's grace in her tender age. In middle school halls, where laughter rings, A world of wonder her birthday brings. Candles flicker with a joyful glow, Echoing the rhythm only she would know. Sweet girl, with a future bright and bold, Dance through the years, let your story unfold. May each step you take, light and carefree, Paint the masterpiece you've yet to see.