In the quiet dawn, he stands alone,
A guardian of dreams, a heart of stone.
With gentle eyes, he watches the world,
A tapestry of love, unfurled.

His hands, though calloused, weave a tender touch,
Guiding us through life’s endless clutch.
In every word, a lesson concealed,
In silence, a thousand stories revealed.

Through trials and storms, he remains a guide,
A beacon of strength, where fears abide.
With wisdom earned through countless years,
He wipes away our silent tears.

In the evening glow, his shadow grows long,
A melody of life, a father’s song.
In his embrace, we find our peace,
The silent strength that will never cease.