In the quiet of the night, he stands,
A sentinel in shadows cast by moonlit beams.
His hands, calloused by time, hold dreams,
A guardian of hopes, a builder of lands.

Through every storm, he bears the weight,
A silent strength that never wanes.
In his eyes, the wisdom of ages reigns,
A lighthouse guiding through fate.

The silent hero, unseen in the day,
Whispers courage in the face of fear,
His quiet presence, always near,
A warrior in every way.

He teaches love through actions, not words,
His heart, a treasure trove of care.
In his embrace, we find repair,
The endless love of fathers, unheard.