In the cradle of dawn, they start their climb,
From playful whispers to the march of time.
With every step, they leave behind,
The innocence of a world so kind.

Through fields of dreams and skies so wide,
They chase the wind, with hearts open wide.
Each stumble, a lesson, a tale to tell,
In the symphony of growing, they dwell.

The days turn to years, and boys to men,
Echoes of laughter, of where they’ve been.
Their eyes now hold the stars and the moon,
As they carve their paths under the sun’s tune.

And mothers watch with a tear and a smile,
As their sons grow strong, mile after mile.
Through joy and sorrow, through sun and rain,
The journey of sons, forever will remain.