In the quiet whispers of dawn’s first light,A figure stands, steadfast and bright,With hands that cradle dreams anew,My father, a hero in every view.Through storms that rage and winds that wail,He stands unbowed, a serene sail,His wisdom like a river flows,Guiding me where the future grows.In laughter’s echo, in silence deep,His presence a promise I always keep,A fortress of love, a pillar of trust,In his embrace, worries turn to dust.The paths he walked, the stories he shared,Each moment, a treasure, carefully spared,My father’s heart, a timeless song,In his legacy, I forever belong.