In the gentle cradle of dawn’s embrace,
Sons rise with dreams yet untold,
Eyes bright with the promise of grace,
Hearts woven with threads of gold.
Through fields of time, their footsteps dance,
Carving paths in the morning dew,
With every choice, a fleeting chance,
To paint the world in hues anew.
Beneath the sky, vast and wide,
They chase horizons yet unseen,
With courage as their steadfast guide,
In the tapestry of life, serene.
As twilight whispers, soft and low,
Sons reflect on the journey’s song,
In the quiet glow of the sunset’s glow,
They find where they truly belong.