In the gentle light of morning’s grace,
Two souls entwined in a tender embrace,
Sisters bound by heart and name,
In laughter and tears, forever the same.

Through fields of dreams and whispered tales,
They wander paths where love prevails,
Hands held tight through storms and sun,
In the dance of life, they move as one.

In the quiet of night, when stars appear,
Their voices weave stories both far and near,
Secrets shared in the moon’s soft glow,
In the garden of memories, their bond will grow.

Time may change the world they see,
Yet their hearts remain wild and free,
Sisters by chance, friends by choice,
In the symphony of life, they find their voice.