In the silence of the morning light,
He walks with grace, a gentle sight,
His heart, a beacon in the dark,
Guiding others, leaving his mark.

With hands that heal and words that mend,
He offers kindness, a steadfast friend,
In every action, pure and true,
The world seems brighter through his view.

A good man stands where shadows fall,
Lifting spirits, answering the call,
His strength lies not in might or fame,
But in the love he freely claims.

In life’s grand tapestry, he weaves,
Threads of hope, in all he believes,
A quiet strength, a noble heart,
In his presence, we find our start.