In the morning light, Shawn takes the trail, Where trees whisper secrets, and birds weave a tale. With each step he conquers peaks so high, His heart echoes strong as he touches the sky. From gym's iron embrace to the mower's loud hum, His spirit finds rhythms where others find numb. Yet in his mischief with Seb, laughter unfolds, A dance of endearment that never grows old. Oh Shawn, with your journeys and playful decree, In the map of my heart, you mean so much to me.