In the gentle embrace of guiding hands,
A seed of hope begins to grow,
With every whisper, every promise,
A world of wonder they bestow.
Through the storm and gentle rain,
They stand as pillars, strong and true,
Teaching lessons of love and patience,
In every moment shared and new.
Their eyes reflect the dreams they weave,
A tapestry of futures bright,
Each step a dance of responsibility,
A journey bathed in love and light.
As time unfolds its endless scroll,
The gift of wisdom they impart,
In every heartbeat, every smile,
They sculpt the world with tender heart.