In the quiet morning’s tender embrace, Sons rise with the sun, a radiant grace. Their laughter echoes in the whispering…
From tiny feet that danced in play, To steps that wander far away, A journey marked by dreams and skies,…
In the garden where dreams are sown, Little feet dance on paths unknown. Their laughter fills the morning air, A…
In the gentle whispers of the night, A son dreams of his mother’s embrace, Her love a steadfast guiding light,…
In the quiet dawn, they rise with the sun, Sons of the earth, their journey begun. Through fields of green,…
In the gentle dawn of early days, I held your hand through morning’s haze, Each step you took, a dance…
In the laughter of my grandsons, I find Echoes of a time I once knew, Their eyes, bright with wonder…
In the gentle cradle of her arms, A son finds his first home, Where whispers of lullabies calm, And dreams…
In fields where golden sun sets low, Young sons tread paths of dreams untold, With every step, a future grows,…
In the cradle of dawn, they rise, Sons of the morning, with eyes so bright, Chasing shadows with endless skies,…