In the world of dreams where ocean depths call, My grandson at five stands proud and tall. His wide eyes watch Siren Head and Bloop's might, As El Gran Maja joins in the underwater fight. With dinosaurs roaring from ancient past skies, They fuel his imagination, where adventure lies. On a bike he soars, like a comet with glee, Over skate park jumps, brave and free. From sea to land, his world unfurls, In a dance of wonder, this boy of curls. In his laughter and joy, a universe spun, For my handsome grandson, a world just begun.