In the quiet glow of morning’s grace, Where dreams dissolve in gentle light, Sons rise with hope upon their face,…
In the morning light, they rise with dreams, Sons of the earth, with hope-filled eyes, Carving paths through whispering streams,…
In the cradle of dawn, where dreams first take flight, A mother’s whisper guides through the silent night. Tender hands…
In the eyes of grandsons, worlds anew, Their laughter echoes, pure and true. They chase the sun, with dreams so…
In the quiet of the night, beneath the silver glow, Sons of the earth wander, where gentle breezes blow. Their…
In the morning light, their laughter rings, A chorus of dreams taking flight, With every step, a new song sings,…
In the gentle glow of morning light, I see him standing, tall and bright. A child once cradled in my…
In the silent whispers of your laughter, Echoes of dreams long forgotten arise, Carrying the hopes of tomorrow’s promise, In…
In the quiet of the morning’s light, A mother’s gaze, warm and bright, Guides the son on paths unknown, With…
In the gentle cradle of dawn’s embrace, Sons rise with dreams yet untold, Eyes bright with the promise of grace,…