No, that's a tale spun for childish entice.
Girls are made of dreams, whispered in the night,
Of galaxies vast, reaching for the light.
They're made of fire, a spark in their eyes,
A fierce passion that never dies.
They're made of tears, shed for love and for loss,
A strength found in sorrow, at any cost.
They're made of laughter, a melody bright,
That fills the world with joy, day and night.
They're made of kindness, a gentle hand,
That lifts others up, a guiding strand.
They're made of courage, to stand tall and strong,
To face the world, where they belong.
They're made of curiosity, a thirst to explore,
Unraveling mysteries, forevermore.
They're made of resilience, a spirit unbound,
That rises from ashes, no matter what's found.
Girls are made of stories, untold and new,
Of adventures they'll conquer, and dreams they pursue.
So what are girls made of? Not just a sweet rhyme,
They're a force of nature, defying time.
They're made of stardust, a celestial blend,
Powerful, unique, a force without end.