In the golden hue of life's vast desert land,
A child walks alone, small and grand.
Above, the skies paint a tale untold,
Of prayers of parents, pure and bold.

Clouds form hands, reaching wide,
A sheltering embrace where love resides.
Every step the young soul takes,
Is under the watchful grace that makes.

The journey of life, with turns and bends,
Is softened by prayers that ascend.
From hearts of...