In the gentle whisper of the morning breeze,
Lies a strength unseen yet deeply profound,
A quiet resolve that never seeks applause,
But stands firm like the ancient ground.
Through eyes that hold the stories old,
Of battles fought and victories untold,
There is a grace in the silent tears,
In the courage that never fears.
Masculinity is not in the roar,
But in the calm that follows the storm,
In the hands that build and mend,
In the heart that loves and defends.
Itâs in the laughter shared with friends,
In the wisdom passed from father to son,
A legacy woven in quiet deeds,
In the gentle strength of a rising sun.