Pristine aura , fresh as morning dew,
Mermaid or unicorn , what are you?
With every memory fresh and new,
I still can't believe how fast you grew.
Couldn't witness your first win in a row,
You made sure I was the first to know.
More than a sister, a guardian to you,
Chronicles of mischief, known to a few.
I've grown old matching your enthuse,
Thanks for curing my wounds and bruise.
You always bring my lips to askew,
Packet of energy, photon, are you?