In the gentle whisper of dawn’s embrace,
Sons rise with courage, hearts in place,
Their dreams woven in threads of gold,
Stories of honor, silently told.

Beneath the canopy of azure skies,
Their laughter dances, never dies,
With each step, their shadows blend,
A tapestry of hopes that never end.

Through trials faced with steadfast gaze,
They carve paths in life’s vast maze,
With every heartbeat, strong and true,
The world reshaped by what they do.

In the twilight’s gentle, fading light,
Sons stand tall, embracing night,
Echoes of their journey sing,
In the silence, their spirits ring.