In the hush of dawn, where whispers intertwine,
Sons rise with dreams, pure and divine.
Their laughter, a melody, so bright and keen,
Weaving threads of love, in every unseen scene.
With eyes that sparkle like stars in nightâs embrace,
They chase the shadows, leaving a luminous trace.
In fields of wonder, where imagination runs free,
Sons paint their future, with colors we see.
Through trials and triumphs, they stand tall,
Echoes of resilience in lifeâs endless call.
Guiding hearts with courage, gentle yet strong,
Sons write their legends, in lifeâs eternal song.
As twilight falls, and dreams take flight,
The legacy of sons shines, in the softest light.
From generation to generation, their spirit flows,
In the river of time, where love eternally grows.