In the gentle folds of time they stand,
With eyes that twinkle like the stars,
Their hands, a map of stories grand,
Embracing us, no matter how far.

Their voices, a soothing lullaby,
That calms the tempests of youthful storms,
In their laughter, echoes of days gone by,
A treasure trove in weathered forms.

Through gardens of memories, we roam,
Where tales of yesteryears take flight,
In their presence, we find our home,
A beacon shining through the night.

Oh, guardians of wisdom and grace,
In your embrace, we find our place,
With every word, a timeless trace,
Our hearts, forever interlace.