Eliza Jane, at seven, dreams of skies, Where dragons weave through clouds with fiery eyes. She laughs with elders under sunlit gold, In warm embrace, her stories shared and told. A lion smiles from her storybook’s page, Wisdom in his gaze, beyond his age. Together, they embark on quests untamed, Where grandparent's tales and myths are flamed. In fields where wild adventures do belong, Eliza's heart beats pure, bright, and strong. Dragons and lions—her fantastical steed, In their world, love and laughter plant the seed.