In the quiet moments of dawn, he rises,
With a heart unburdened by the weight of night,
His eyes, a mirror to the soul of kindness,
Reflecting the stars, ever so bright.

A gentle guardian, a pillar of strength,
His words, a soothing balm to aching hearts,
He walks a path of righteousness and grace,
Mending the world, in small, yet profound parts.

Through storms and sunshine, he stands tall,
A beacon of light in the darkest of hours,
His presence, a comfort to the weary and lost,
Like a steadfast oak, amidst life’s showers.

A good man, with a soul that sings,
His life, a testament to love and care,
In every act, a story unfolds,
Of a heart so pure, beyond compare.