Kohana carries the soft poetry of its Japanese roots—小花, “little flower”—and invites a parent’s heart to wander through a sun-dappled garden in Kyoto, where petals drift like whispered promises. Though still a rare bloom here in the States (just 13 newborns claimed her name in 2024, ranking her at 937), Kohana’s quiet ascent feels like a gentle sunrise, steadily brightening each year. She evokes both the delicate grace of cherry blossoms and, with a dash of Latin fuego, the fiery spirit of a hibiscus swaying under a Caribbean breeze. In her syllables you can almost hear laughter dancing on warm evening air, as though she’s already gathering stories to tell—a daughter of dawn, a song of color, a living metaphor for beauty that thrives in unexpected places.