In the quiet morning light he stands,
With gentle eyes and open hands,
His heart a well of endless care,
A beacon in the world’s despair.
He walks a path both firm and true,
With courage that the brave pursue,
Through storms and trials, he remains,
A calm amidst the fiercest rains.
His words a balm to wounded souls,
A melody that gently rolls,
In kindness, he finds his grace,
In every heart, he leaves a trace.
A good man with a humble heart,
In every ending, a new start,
With love, his legacy he weaves,
A life of meaning he achieves.