There is a mountain that every child
Always looks up to, and the name
Of that mountain is Father.
Guide of the labyrinth,
Weaver of strength and protection.
Not unlike the stalk of a tree,
I have seen you age without grace
Familiar with shadow and thorn,
Your enormous branches triumphant
At the core of my spirit.
Vanquisher of fears,
Vessel of the child's adventure.
And you are a guide to the clouds,
A hidden tenderness that allowed
Me to grow, I will never forget
The lessons you taught me,
And the ones you let me learn
On my own.
Father of my life,
The old man is a peak to the stars.
For my Father.