In the realm where dreams are spun,
A golden thread, a rising sun,
Shining bright in endless beams,
Illuminates our hopeful dreams.

Beneath the sky so vast and grand,
Lies a treasure, pure and unplanned,
Whispering secrets, tales untold,
We find our hearts in threads of gold.

Each step we take, a golden path,
Leading us through time’s gentle bath,
With every turn, a story unfolds,
In the warmth of gold, our spirit molds.

So let us cherish this gilded light,
Through darkest night and brightest sight,
For in our hearts, its glow remains,
A golden bond that forever sustains.