In the quiet morning light, he sits,
With stories woven in each gentle line,
A tapestry of wisdom, softly lit,
In every word, a lesson to define.
His laughter dances on the summer breeze,
A melody of days long gone and dear,
In every smile, a memory to seize,
A sanctuary where the heart is clear.
The garden blooms beneath his tender care,
Each petal kissed by his enduring grace,
A testament to love beyond compare,
In every seed, a future to embrace.
And when the evening shadows softly fall,
His voice a tender guide through nightâs embrace,
In every tale, we hear the gentle call,
Of love unending, time cannot erase.