In the quiet dawn, he rises,
Bearing the weight of dreams and hopes,
With every step, a silent promise,
To guide, protect, and help us cope.
His hands, calloused yet gentle,
Crafting worlds with tender care,
Through trials hard and monumental,
His love a constant, always there.
Eyes that see beyond the surface,
Knowing when to let us soar,
Teaching lessons, lifeâs true purpose,
Anchoring us to the core.
A father’s strength, a boundless ocean,
In his embrace, we find our light,
Through every storm, every motion,
He is our day, our guiding night.