In the quiet dawn, his silhouette stands tall,
A guiding light through shadows that fall.
With hands that bear stories of years gone by,
His steadfast heart reaches for the sky.
Eyes that hold the wisdom of ancient trees,
Whispering tales carried by the breeze.
Through lifeâs trials and triumphs, he remains,
A silent guardian, in joy and in pains.
His laughter, a melody that fills the air,
A comforting presence, beyond compare.
With every step, he paves paths of gold,
In his embrace, warmth is manifold.
My father, a beacon in the darkest night,
With love unspoken, yet felt in his light.
Forever etched in the tapestry of my heart,
A cherished soul, from whom I’ll never part.