In the gentle dawn, his footsteps trace,
A path of wisdom, love, and grace.
Silent guardian of dreams untold,
In his embrace, the world unfolds.

His eyes, a mirror of skies so wide,
Hold stories of tides and time’s gentle glide.
Through storms and sunshine, steadfast he stands,
The anchor that holds with steady hands.

In laughter shared and lessons learned,
A father’s love, in every corner, burned.
His whispers guide through night and day,
A beacon that lights the wandering way.

So here’s to fathers, strong and true,
Whose love is vast as skies of blue.
In each heartbeat, their legacy sings,
A melody of unspoken things.