In the quiet of the morning’s light,
He stands, a pillar strong, unyielding,
Guiding with hands both firm and gentle,
A guardian in shadows, softly shielding.

His voice, a soothing balm in storm,
Whispers wisdom in the wind’s embrace,
With eyes that hold the stars at night,
He lights the path, a beacon of grace.

Through fields of dreams, he walks beside,
With every step, a story told,
In laughter shared, in silent tears,
A tapestry of love unfolds.

And when the evening sun descends,
He rests, a heart both bold and kind,
A father’s love, an endless song,
In every heart, forever entwined.