In the gentle light of dawn, he walks,
Hands open wide to greet the day,
With kindness woven in his every talk,
His spirit whispers, come what may.

Through fields of gold and skies of blue,
He treads with purpose, heart sincere,
With every deed and promise true,
He wipes away the silent tear.

A beacon in the darkest night,
His courage stands, unwavering, strong,
Guiding lost souls to the light,
In his presence, they belong.

A good man knows the subtle art,
Of listening to the unspoken plea,
With gentle hands and open heart,
He paints the world in harmony.