In the quiet corners of the evening glow,
His stories weave through the air,
Tales of yesteryears softly flow,
Carrying wisdom beyond compare.

His eyes, a tapestry of distant lands,
Where dreams and reality entwine,
Guiding with gentle, weathered hands,
Through memories, like vintage wine.

The garden blooms beneath his care,
Each flower a chapter of old,
With every touch, a silent prayer,
In his embrace, warmth unfolds.

As the moon rises in the velvet sky,
He whispers secrets to the stars,
A legacy that will never die,
Etched in our hearts, no matter how far.