In the gentle light of morning’s grace,
We gather close, our spirits trace,
The laughter shared, the tears we shed,
In family and friends, where love is fed.

Through winding paths and distant dreams,
We hold each other, stitched in seams,
A tapestry of moments, vast,
In every memory, our hearts are cast.

When shadows fall and days grow cold,
It’s in their warmth, our hands we hold,
A circle strong, unbroken, wide,
In unity, we find our guide.

As seasons change and years unfold,
The stories told, the bonds of old,
In family and friends, we see the light,
Together, we soar, hearts in flight.