As the sun ascends from the east,

A tapestry of orange engulfs the sky,

Memories etched in its radiant hues,

Promises woven with each passing day.

Happiness resides not in mere dreams,

But in the blessings, we hold dear,

Those who fill every precious moment,

Whose absence leaves a void too clear.

In our envisioned frames of the future,

They find their rightful place,

Their presence, a beacon of solace,

An embrace that time cannot erase.

Together, we face the depths of fear,

When the world wears a smile,

In their eyes, we glimpse strength,

For they understand us, free from guile.

A call that holds no agenda or cause,

Just a simple query, "Are you okay?"

Year after year, we draw them close,

Sharing triumphs, marking each day.

And in their patient souls, a virtue unfurled,

They become irreplaceable, the rarest of gems.

For in a world of haste and restless whirls,

They offer solace and tranquility, like diadems.

With steadfast calm, they weather life's storms,

Guiding us with unwavering grace.

Their gentle words, like healing balm,

Bring peace to our tumultuous space.

In moments of chaos, they stand serene,

Their patience an anchor that keeps us strong.

They teach us the beauty of waiting unseen,

And with understanding, right our every wrong.

In a realm where instant gratification reigns,

Their presence is a beacon, a resolute sign.

Their patience, a testament that remains,

That their love and worth are truly divine.

No happiness greater than a life embraced,

With joy, laughter, and love by our sides.

In their company, our hearts find solace and rest,

Forever grateful for the love that abides.