Beneath the sky where dreams take flight,
Their whispers guide through darkest night.
With hands that hold and hearts that mend,
In their embrace, we find a friend.

In quiet moments shared and known,
They plant the seeds where love has grown.
Their laughter echoes, warm and true,
A melody in all we do.

Through storms we face and trials we bear,
Their strength becomes the hope we share.
Like ancient trees with roots so deep,
They anchor us while we dare to leap.

And as the years gently unfold,
Their stories weave in threads of gold.
In every step, their wisdom’s gift,
A legacy that spirits lift.