In the realm where gentle giants roam,
Stands a boy, a sapphire gaze his home.
Tall as the tales of old, he strides,
With the sky's own blue locked in his eyes.
A tower of strength, yet soft as dawn,
His laughter, a melody drawn.
Through fields of green, his shadow casts,
A silhouette that forever lasts.
Eyes that mirror the ocean's dance,
Hold stories deep, of love and chance.
They speak in hues of tranquil seas,
Whispering secrets on the breeze.
His height, a beacon in the night,
Guiding lost souls back to the light.
And those blue orbs, like morning's glow,
Illuminate paths where flowers grow.
With every step, the earth, it sighs,
For beauty lives where his heart lies.
A gentle giant, kind and wise,
The tall boy with the ocean eyes.
In him, the world finds peace and rest,
A haven for the weary guest.
For in his gaze, there's no disguise,
Just purest joy in blue-eyed skies.
So here's to him, the boy so tall,
Whose spirit's seen and loved by all.
May his journey be ever bright,
A beacon of blue in the darkest night.
