In the gentle rustle of ancient trees,
Their stories unfold with the breeze,
Grandparents weave dreams from golden threads,
In their embrace, all worries shed.

Eyes that sparkle with wisdom’s glow,
Through years of love, they softly show,
Lessons learned, in whispers told,
In their warmth, the world feels bold.

Laughter echoes in the halls of time,
With every tale, a gentle rhyme,
They hold the map to our past,
Guiding us with love that lasts.

As sunsets paint the sky with grace,
We find comfort in their embrace,
Grandparents, keepers of the heart,
In their love, we’ll never part.