For Tristam

There is a boy
with the heart of a lion,
who walks the world with lightness in his step,
quick as the wind over the fields,
his laughter a breeze that lifts even the heaviest of days.

Tristam
he is the trickster, the one who turns the world upside down
just to see how it might look from the other side.
Not for mischief’s sake, but to remind us
that life is too important to be so serious.
His words weave stories like vines on a fence
wild and free, full of the unexpected
and in them, we see ourselves made lighter,
unbound from our own worries.

But beneath the games and grins
is a strength he hasn’t yet named
a resilience as old as the oak,
as sure as the stone he carves his learning into.
It may take him longer to climb,
but once he reaches the top,
he stays
his footing firm, his lessons never forgotten.

There is a fire in him
a curiosity that burns bright,
merciless in its hunger to know,
to turn every stone, to test every boundary,
as if the world itself were his to explore
and to claim as his own.

He is stronger than the winds that bend him,
more enduring than the storms that pass.
For Tristam has the heart of the lion,
brave even when he doesn’t know it,
and when he roars, the earth listens.

May his journey be as wild as his stories,
his path as free as his spirit
and may he never forget
the strength he carries inside.
For he is not just a trickster or a storyteller,
but a force of nature,
a boy with a lion’s heart
who leaves his mark on the world
with laughter and love.