In fields where golden sun sets low,
Young sons tread paths of dreams untold,
With every step, a future grows,
In heartbeats new, a story bold.

Beneath the canopy of stars,
They chase the shadows of the night,
Their laughter echoes near and far,
A symphony of pure delight.

As rivers flow through ancient lands,
Their spirits rise with morning light,
In unity, they make their stand,
Strong as the mountains in their might.

And when the world seems harsh and cold,
Their courage shines, a beacon bright,
For sons of every age and fold,
Embrace the dawn, embrace the fight.