In the laughter of the young, I hear the future’s call,
Echoes of tomorrow in their joyful ball.
Eyes wide with wonder, hearts filled with dreams,
Grandsons hold the promise in their gleams.

Through fields of green and skies so blue,
They chase the wind, the morning dew.
With every step, they forge their way,
Grandsons light up the darkest day.

Stories old, they carry forth,
From north to south, from east to west.
A legacy of love and strength so bold,
In their hands, the tales are told.

So watch them grow, these seeds of hope,
On life’s vast stage, they learn to cope.
Grandsons are the bridge from past to new,
In their spirits, all dreams come true.