In woods so deep, a daughter named so fair,
Hagia Sophia, three years now you wear.
Two roads diverged in your young life's expanse,
And you, my dear, will make your own advance.

With miles to go before you rest at night,
May your journey be bathed in gentle light.
Explore, dream, and take the path that's best,
For in your heart, you'll find the way that's blessed.

As you grow, the world before you wide,
Embrace each step, with love as your guide.
Hagia Sophia, your future is bright,
You'll tread the path that leads to your own light.