In quiet dawns he stands, a steadfast guide,
With every step, his wisdom lights the way,
A gentle hand that lifts when dreams collide,
In silent strength, his heart learns to convey.

Through whispered tales of courage and of fears,
He paints the world in colors bold and bright,
A tapestry of stories through the years,
In every word, he teaches wrong from right.

His laughter echoes in the halls of time,
A melody that dances through the air,
In every moment, love’s the gentle rhyme,
A father’s song, a promise pure and rare.

With eyes that see beyond the fleeting day,
He charts the stars, a map of dreams to hold,
In his embrace, the storms will fade away,
For in his love, the world is softly told.