A boy walks down a golden path,
Each day a gift, both bright and vast…
A chance to cherish, brave, and hold.
In fleeting moments, beauty gleams;
A quiet spark ignites his dreams.
With gratitude, he lights the way
Through shadowed trails to brighter days.

With every step, his future’s sown,

In courage found, his spirit grown.
Whispers of truth, sails on the wind,
The boy evolves through… wit and will.

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