In the garden of dreams, where time gently flows,
A grandson wanders, where the wildflowers grow.
He listens to the stories the old oak tree knows,
And dances with shadows the moonlight bestows.

With eyes full of wonder, he chases the skies,
As stars paint the canvas of endless goodbyes.
He holds in his laughter the echoes of cries,
In the tapestry woven with life’s lullabies.

Through sun-kissed meadows and whispers of rain,
He learns of the joy intertwined with the pain.
In the silence of night, he hears the refrain,
Of voices long past, in the heart they remain.

As dawn breaks anew, with a soft golden hue,
The grandson awakens, with dreams to pursue.
In the journey of ages, both old and the new,
He finds in his heart the strength to be true.