In the quiet dawn, they rise with the sun,
Sons of the earth, their journey begun.
Through fields of green, they wander and roam,
Seeking the path that leads them home.

With eyes like stars, they gaze at the night,
Dreaming of worlds where they take flight.
Their laughter echoes in the whispering breeze,
Carving their stories on the ancient trees.

In the heart of storms, they stand so tall,
Guardians of dreams, they heed the call.
Shadows may fall, but they hold the light,
Guiding the way through the darkest night.

Sons of tomorrow, with hearts so brave,
Bearing the legacy, the paths we pave.
In their hands, the future unfolds,
A tapestry of stories yet to be told.