In the gentle whispers of the night,
I find the echoes of your lullabies,
Mother, with your tender hands,
You weave dreams in the skies.

Father, your steady gaze guides me,
Through storms and gentle rains,
Your wisdom is the lighthouse,
That eases all my pains.

Together, you paint my world,
In hues of love and grace,
Every step I take forward,
Is with your warm embrace.

So here, in these humble lines,
I write of my gratitude and love,
For you are my endless sky,
My earth and heavens above.