In the quiet hours of dawn,
A father stands tall, dreams reborn.
With gentle whispers and guiding hands,
He weaves his love through time’s sands.

His eyes, a mirror of the sky,
Reflect the hopes that never die.
Through laughter’s echo and tears’ fall,
He teaches strength, embracing all.

In every step, his shadow leads,
A testament to silent deeds.
His stories, a bridge to the past,
In his embrace, we find our cast.

As seasons change and years unfold,
His wisdom, a treasure to hold.
The journey of fatherhood, a sacred art,
Etched forever in the heart.