In the cradle of dawn, where dreams first take flight,
A mother’s whisper guides through the silent night.
Tender hands once held, now reaching for the sky,
As sons grow into men, beneath the vast, endless high.

Through fields of wonder, and forests unknown,
They chase the horizon, seeds of wisdom sown.
Each step they take, on paths they must pave,
In every challenge met, it’s courage they crave.

The echoes of laughter, in the halls of the past,
Moments of innocence, fading but vast.
Yet within their eyes, a spark remains bright,
A beacon of strength, guiding through night.

With every sunset, and dawn’s gentle rise,
A new chapter unfolds, beneath the open skies.
In the tapestry of life, their stories entwined,
Sons growing into men, with hearts pure and kind.