In the quiet hours before dawn’s light,
They tread the path of endless night.
Their dreams, like stars, quietly fade,
To light the way our futures are made.

Hands worn with time’s gentle grace,
In every wrinkle, a story’s trace.
Silent whispers of unspoken fears,
They guard our hopes through countless years.

Their shadows stretch beneath our skies,
Unseen eagles, they rise and rise.
On wings of sacrifice, they soar,
A love that asks for nothing more.

Through storms and sunlit days, they stand,
A steadfast rock, a gentle hand.
In every heartbeat, a silent vow,
To nurture dreams, to show us how.