(First) Lines for a Dot

She crawls in beauty, like the morn.
Or a flower pure and pretty, that knows not a thorn.
She’s the best of the bright, the dark couldn’t come close.
Her smile lights up the world, makes me wish the moment froze.
She came to us from a faraway land,
Speaks a language that we can barely understand.
Her tongue is too many eons ahead for us to try to dabble,
She’ll have to slow down for us, and start making sense of our babble.
I heard she was a giant, but she had to get around. 
So she deflated her bodysuit to no more than five pounds.
She carries magic each place she chooses to go,
A snap of her fingers, and there are wings on our boat.
All my friends ask me to teach my little girl all I’ve read.
But they don’t know, she’s raising her mother and me instead.