In the quiet nightly whispers, a dad listens,
Echoes of dreams and soft breaths in stillness, he beams,
With every gentle touch, he sketches memories, crafted,
In the tender moments, he plants seeds of love, deeply rooted,
An enduring fortress, his arms create a sanctuary, shielding,
Stories spun, adventures begun, through time, gently yielding.

Life’s journey embarked, a vessel of wisdom, subtly yielding,
To the echoes of laughter and tears, attentively he listens,
Through storms and calm, his presence perpetually shielding,
Illuminating paths unknown with warm, guiding beams,
In the soil of compassion and courage, love perennially rooted,
A true existence with hands so lovingly crafted.

With words of wisdom and acts of kindness, lessons crafted,
He navigates through seas of change, resolute yet yielding,
In his eyes, the reflection of generations, sacredly rooted,
Whispers of ancestors, flowing through veins, he listens,
To the hymns of the past, lighting the future with hope’s beams,
With every challenge encountered, a relentless spirit, shielding.

In the theater of life, his role, ever-changing, always shielding,
A mosaic of experiences, from joy to sorrow, so beautifully crafted,
In the sanctuary of his heart, eternal love, ever so brightly beams,
Through the cascading waterfall of time, gracefully yielding,
He speaks, even in silence, a language only the heart listens,
His essence, an ancient tree with branches widely and deeply rooted.

Through seasons of existence, a life lushly and steadfastly rooted,
In the open field of vulnerability and strength, compassionately shielding,
He embraces every emotion, in joy and sorrow, profoundly listens,
With the chisel of experiences, a statue of wisdom, he has crafted,
Against the tides of life, steadfastly anchored, never fully yielding,
In the depth of the night, his love, like a lighthouse, ceaselessly beams.

Through cycles of moon and sun, his love unwaveringly beams,
In the forest of memories and dreams, his love enduringly rooted,
Along paths of roses and thorns, his spirit resilient, not easily yielding,
A guardian, a guide, through the voyage of life, courageously shielding,
An epic, an odyssey of fatherhood, so artfully and sincerely crafted,
Through the unseen and known, attentively he listens.

In every chapter scripted, his essence, timeless, gently beams,
Through seeds of love sown and blossoms of life rooted,
His spirit, a melody to which the universe listens, lovingly crafted.