In the garden of my years, he stands tall,With hands that have weathered time’s embrace,His voice, a gentle call,Leading me through life’s intricate maze.His laughter, a melody of warmth,Echoes in the chambers of my heart,In his eyes, a steadfast calm,A beacon when the world falls apart.Through storms and sunny days,His love, an unwavering guide,In his wisdom, I find my ways,With him, I need not hide.As the stars adorn the night,So does his presence light my way,A father, my guiding light,In his shadow, I forever stay.