In the quiet moments before dawn’s embrace,
He walks the path where shadows softly trace,
With every step, the earth feels his gentle grace,
A silent whisper in the vast, timeless space.

His eyes hold stories of long-forgotten days,
Where dreams and hopes in golden light do blaze,
With a heart that beats in tender, rhythmic praise,
He weaves his song in intricate, gentle ways.

Through the winds that carry secrets of the sea,
His presence brings a calm serenity,
A beacon of light where all hearts long to be,
In his embrace, we find our true decree.

Though words may fade in the endless flow of time,
His essence remains, a melody sublime,
Etched in the stars, in every mountain climb,
In his shadow, we find the reason to rhyme.