For Spárklé, the Shining Light 
From Fairy Land, where dreams take flight,
Dances a soul, so warm and bright.
A heart that shimmers, pure and true,
With kindness laced in all she’ll do.
Her laughter rings like chimes so sweet,
A melody that feels complete.
She weaves her magic, soft yet strong,
Like a whisper wrapped in a love-filled song.
With every step, she leaves a trace,
Of warmth, of light, of gentle grace.
Like fireflies glowing in the night,
She turns the dark to something bright.
A friend so rare, like morning dew,
A soul so pure, a heart so true.
May joy and love forever stay,
With Spárklé’s light to guide the way.
From Fairy Land, where dreams take flight,
Dances a soul, so warm and bright.
A heart that shimmers, pure and true,
With kindness laced in all she’ll do.
Her laughter rings like chimes so sweet,
A melody that feels complete.
She weaves her magic, soft yet strong,
Like a whisper wrapped in a love-filled song.
With every step, she leaves a trace,
Of warmth, of light, of gentle grace.
Like fireflies glowing in the night,
She turns the dark to something bright.
A friend so rare, like morning dew,
A soul so pure, a heart so true.
May joy and love forever stay,
With Spárklé’s light to guide the way.
