In gardens where the sun dances free,
Grandchildrenâs laughter fills the air.
Tiny hands reach for the sky,
Dreams woven with every innocent sigh.
Their eyes, bright with wonder and glee,
Capture the magic in the simplest things.
Stories unfold with each step they take,
Hearts full of love, impossible to fake.
In their smiles, we find forgotten youth,
A mirror reflecting our past and truth.
The world slows down in their gentle embrace,
Time becomes a friend in their sacred space.
As they grow, so do our dreams anew,
With every milestone, our hopes renew.
In their presence, life is a melody,
A song of love, in perfect harmony.