In shadows cast by ancient trees,
He walks with wisdom in his stride,
A beacon where the lost find peace,
In humble strength, he does abide.
His words like rivers gently flow,
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
A guiding light for those who know,
In truth and honor, none deny.
With hands that heal and hearts that mend,
He bridges worlds with quiet grace,
A noble soul whose love extends,
To every heart, a warm embrace.
As time unfolds his endless tale,
The echoes of his kindness ring,
A great manâs legacy prevails,
In every heart, a song to sing.