In the gentle glow of morning light,
Where laughter echoes through the halls,
A tapestry of love and might,
We find our roots that never fall.

Through seasons changing, hearts remain,
Bound by stories, trials, and dreams,
In joy and sorrow, loss and gain,
We weave together, flowing streams.

The warmth of home, a sacred place,
Where whispered hopes and fears reside,
In every smile, a tender grace,
A haven where our spirits glide.

Through distant lands our paths may roam,
Yet always drawn to love’s embrace,
In family, we find our home,
A timeless bond, a sacred space.