On her cluttered oasis, I lie in wait,
A branch of transformation, my purpose innate.
My bristles create magic, each delicate stroke,
In the morning light’s warmth, where new dreams provoke.

The mirror reflects her, a girl full of grace,
With eyes full of wonder, she finds her own place.
Her hands, steady yet shy, lift me with care,
Each sweep is a brushstroke, her canvas laid bare.

In school hallways bright, she walks with great pride,
Her gaze framed by my touch, her confidence wide.
Each blink a bold statement, a silent decree,
I’m her subtle ally, empowering her free.

As evening draws near, remnants of day stay,
traces of me linger, yet most have decayed.
Each fleck tells a story, of moments well-spent,
Until dawn brings renewal, with each day’s ascent.

I’m more than a tool, I’m woven in her tale,
A silent companion, where dreams never pale.
In her daily metamorphosis, I play my part,
A loyal sidekick, placed close to her heart.