In the quiet morning’s tender embrace,
Sons rise with the sun, a radiant grace.
Their laughter echoes in the whispering breeze,
A melody that dances through the trees.

Golden rays paint their dreams in the sky,
As they chase the clouds with spirits high.
Boundless energy in each step they take,
A world of wonder in every breath they make.

With eyes like stars, they light the day,
Guiding paths with innocence’s sway.
In fields of hope, they sow their song,
Creating a future where they belong.

As twilight falls, their voices still sing,
A gentle reminder of the joy they bring.
Sons of the dawn, eternal and free,
In their heartbeats, the world’s symphony.