In the quiet dawn, a tender voice arises,
A son’s song woven with dreams and skies,
Beneath the ancient oak, where shadows play,
His laughter dances, chasing fears away.

Through trials faced and battles fought anew,
His courage sparks, igniting paths so true,
The world unfolds its canvas vast and wide,
Painting stories of strength, where dreams reside.

With every step, a legacy embraced,
A son’s journey of honor, love, and grace,
Guiding lights from yesteryears and past,
Illuminate the road, ensuring shadows cast.

Future’s promise in his eyes so bright,
A beacon in the storm, a guiding light,
Sons carry forward the echoes of today,
Crafting tomorrows, in their own unique way.