In the silence of the morning light,
He stands, a sentinel, unwavering and bright.
His hands, worn by time and toil,
Craft dreams from seeds in fertile soil.

Through whispered winds and stormy seas,
His voice, a balm, sets the spirit at ease.
With every step, a lesson learned,
In every glance, a fire that burned.

The nights he spent in quiet prayer,
His hopes entwined with love and care.
A guardian of our fleeting days,
A silent hero in countless ways.

Now as I walk my chosen path,
I feel his strength, his gentle wrath.
Forever grateful, my heart shall sing,
Of a father’s love, an eternal spring.