In sunlit fields the whispers weave, A tale of Ryan, on this eve. Thirteen years, yet starry skies, Reflect in his warm hazel eyes. Pretty brown, his fluffy hair, Dances lightly on the air. Handsome boy, a gentle grace, The world a canvas, he will trace. With dreams that soar and heart so bright, Ryan shines in day and night. A spirit bold, yet tender too, In every glance, a world anew.