In the silence of the night, he stands,
A guardian with gentle hands,
Whispering dreams, weaving light,
Guiding us through the darkest night.

In the morning’s golden glow,
He builds foundations, steady and slow,
With every step, a tale unfolds,
A legacy of wisdom, stories told.

Through the storms and gentle rains,
He carries burdens, feels our pains,
Yet in his eyes, a steadfast flame,
A beacon that always knows our name.

In his laughter, echoes of grace,
A warmth that time cannot erase,
In every hug, a promise sealed,
A father’s love, forever revealed.