In the garden where dreams take flight,Grandchildren dance in the golden light,Their laughter echoes through the trees,A symphony carried by the breeze.With eyes that hold the stars above,They weave tales of wonder and love,Their tiny hands explore the earth,Unveiling treasures of endless worth.In their smiles, the future gleams,A canvas painted with vibrant dreams,Their innocence, a gentle guide,A beacon where hope and joy collide.Through them, we see the world anew,In shades of bright and brilliant hue,A legacy of love they bring,As eternal as the songs they sing.