In the golden hue of morning’s light,
Sons rise like stars from the night,
Their dreams woven in the fabric of dawn,
Echoes of hope in the world they adorn.

With every step, a melody soars,
Carving paths on untrodden shores,
Their laughter dances with the breeze,
A gentle reminder of life’s sweet ease.

Through shadows long and challenges steep,
Sons carry courage in their keep,
Their hearts a compass, true and bright,
Guiding them through the darkest night.

And when the evening calls them home,
Beneath the sky’s vast, endless dome,
They gather stories, lessons learned,
A legacy of love, eternally earned.