In quiet whispers of the dawn, he stands,
With gentle strength, he holds the morning light,
His heart a lantern in the shadowed lands,
Guiding lost souls through the velvet night.
His words, a balm to soothe the weary mind,
A gentle touch upon the broken heart,
In every act, his kindness intertwined,
A tapestry of love he does impart.
Through storms of life, unwavering he remains,
A beacon bright against the darkest sea,
His courage flows through ever-beating veins,
A testament of what a man can be.
In his embrace, the world’s chaos subsides,
A sanctuary found within his care,
With every step, his noble spirit guides,
A good man’s legacy, beyond compare.