In the silence of dawn, he walks alone,
A gentle heart where kindness is grown.
With every step, he leaves a trace,
Of quiet strength in a bustling place.

His words, a balm to weary souls,
In whispered tones, his wisdom unfolds.
Through storms of life, he stands so true,
A lighthouse bright, in skies of blue.

With hands that heal and eyes that see,
The unseen burdens carried silently.
He finds the lost in shadows deep,
And brings them light where darkness creeps.

A hero not in tales or song,
Yet his spirit guides the world along.
In simple acts, his legacy sown,
A good man’s heart forever known.