In the quiet dawn of childhood’s grace,
Two brothers stand, hand in hand,
Through fields of dreams and endless space,
They forge a bond, like grains of sand.

Their laughter echoes in the trees,
A melody of pure delight,
In shadows cast by gentle breeze,
They find their strength, their guiding light.

Through storms of life and trials faced,
Together they remain as one,
In every challenge, every race,
Their hearts beat to a rhythmic drum.

Now grown and wise, yet still they keep,
The memories of days gone by,
In brotherhood, their spirits leap,
Forever bound beneath the sky.