In the gentle dawn of early days,
I held your hand through morning’s haze,
Each step you took, a dance so free,
The world a canvas, yet to be.

As summer sun began to blaze,
You grew with strength in endless ways,
Through laughter, tears, and dreams untold,
Your spirit bold, your heart of gold.

Autumn leaves fell soft and slow,
With every breeze, you seemed to know,
The path you tread, though yet unsure,
Was one of courage, bright and pure.

Now winter’s chill whispers its song,
But in your gaze, a light so strong,
From boy to man, the journey’s clear,
I stand in awe, my son, my dear.