In the quiet of dawn, their laughter breaks the still,
Sons with dreams vast as oceans, hearts with iron will.
They chase the morning sun, fearless and bold,
Writing their stories in whispers of gold.

Under the canopy of stars, they weave their fate,
Through trials and triumphs, they navigate.
With every step, they grow, they learn,
Flames of passion in their souls burn.

They are the echoes of a future unseen,
Carving paths through fields of evergreen.
Sons with visions clear and bright,
Marching forward with unwavering might.

In their eyes, the world’s endless expanse,
In their hearts, the rhythm of life’s dance.
Sons of today, the leaders of tomorrow,
Onward they go, through joy and sorrow.