In the quiet dawn, he rises with care,His footsteps gentle, his presence rare.With calloused hands and a heart so wide,He carries the world with love as his guide.Through whispered winds and stormy gales,A father’s love never falters, never pales.In his eyes, a gleam of stories untold,Of dreams and hopes for us to unfold.His laughter, a balm to soothe the soul,A beacon of light when the night takes its toll.In silent moments, his strength shines bright,A guardian watchful through the darkest night.With every lesson, every gentle nudge,He molds our spirit, never one to judge.A father’s love, a timeless embrace,Forever etched in the heart’s tender space.