Her skin, like fresh snowfall, Pure and delicate, standing tall. The world may stare and wonder why, But she embraces her beauty, never shy. Her hair, like wispy clouds above, Her eyes, like stars that shine with love. Her heart, like a garden in bloom, Her spirit, free like a bird in the room. She knows she's different, that's clear, But she doesn't let that bring her fear. For she's happy in her own skin, A beautiful albino girl, a true win.