Beneath the weight of countless days,
A man stands quiet, strong as stone.
His eyes reflect the skies’ vast ways,
In solitude, he’s not alone.
His hands have weathered storms untold,
Yet tenderness they often show.
In silence, tales of courage fold,
His heart, a fire’s steady glow.
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
He walks with purpose, never lost.
The stars above, his guiding sky,
In wisdom’s cloak, his soul embossed.
A man who speaks in actions clear,
His story etched in every scar.
With every step, he conquers fear,
A beacon bright, a northern star.