In the cradle of our shared youth,
We spun stories beneath the old oak tree,
Whispering dreams into the twilight,
Crafting worlds only we could see.
Through the corridors of years we danced,
Hand in hand through sunlit days,
In the silent symphony of siblinghood,
Our hearts played in myriad ways.
Even as distance stretches between us,
In the tapestry of time and space,
The threads of our laughter and tears,
Weave a bond no force can erase.
So here’s to the memories crafted,
To the whispers in the night,
For siblings are the mirror of the soul,
Reflecting love’s eternal light.