In the gentle shade of the towering oak,
A fatherâs gaze watches over her dreams,
Whispering tales of yesteryears,
As the sun sets in a golden stream.
Her laughter, a melody to his soul,
Dancing through the quiet night,
Together they weave stories untold,
In the soft embrace of moonlight.
Through every storm and fleeting shadow,
His steady hand guides her way,
Building bridges of trust and hope,
With love that never fades away.
And as the years gracefully unfold,
Their bond, a timeless melody,
A father and daughter, side by side,
In the heartâs cherished symphony.