Who You’ll Be

I wonder if you’ll dance in rain,
Or sit and watch the clouds drift by,
If you’ll chase dreams wild and plain,
Or ask the stars to tell you why.

Will your laughter ring out bright,
Like bells at dawn on summer’s air?
Or will you find the quiet night
A place of peace beyond compare?

Will you be bold, a heart unchained,
With eyes alight, a restless soul?
Or gentle, tender, softly framed,
A whispered wish that makes us whole?

Will you love stories, fierce and true,
Or craft your own with hands and mind?
Will the sky call you to break through,
Or will the earth’s calm roots unwind?

Will you run fast, unbound, untried,
Chasing winds I cannot see?
Or will you stay close by our side,
Content with simple constancy?

It doesn’t matter—wild or still,
Dreamer, builder, heart or head.
For we will love you, always will,
Whatever path you choose to tread.

Your story’s yours, not ours to write,
Each chapter turned, each page brand new.
But know this truth: my heart’s first light
Will always burn for knowing you.

So come as you are, my sweetest one,
Be quiet, be bold, be wild, be free.
We’ll love you at dusk, we’ll love you at dawn—
We’ll love you, whoever you grow to be.