In the silence of dawn, he rises,
With gentle eyes that hold the sun,
His heart a compass, ever wise,
In the world where shadows run.
His words are like a soothing balm,
Healing wounds with tender grace,
A quiet strength, a steady calm,
In his presence, fears erase.
Through storms of life, he stands unmoved,
A pillar strong, a guiding light,
His soul in kindness deeply grooved,
Turning darkness into bright.
As stars adorn the velvet night,
His virtues shine, serene and true,
A good manâs love, a beacon bright,
In every deed, the world anew.