In the garden of whispered stories,
Where laughter dances with the breeze,
Grandchildren gather, innocent and free,
Weaving memories beneath the trees.

With eyes that sparkle like morning dew,
They chase the colors of the sky;
Every moment, a canvas anew,
Where time and wonder gently lie.

Their tiny hands hold the universe,
In dreams that stretch beyond the stars;
Each heartbeat sings a hopeful verse,
A melody that heals and scars.

In their smiles, futures unfold,
A legacy of love and light;
In the embrace of tales retold,
Grandchildren shine, a beacon bright.