In the garden of dreams, where time gently flows, Your laughter blooms like the morning rose. With eyes that dance…
In the garden where dreams softly bloom, Little feet dance to a gentle tune, With laughter that brightens the darkest…
In the gentle light of morningâs grace, Their laughter dances through the air, Tiny hands that hold the world with…
In the light of morning, their laughter blooms, Like petals kissed by the sun’s first rays. Their joy fills the…