Strong and steadfast, like the roots of an old oak tree,

A beacon of gentle stability.

Many branches it grew, from daughter to great,

The legacy of what this grand tree can create.

Moving with the seasons, moving with the times,

Even in stormy waether, his heart remained kind.

The beauty in his garden flowers mirrored in the soul,

To be admired by all, from young and to old.

Bobbing along with constant determination,

The river of his life flowing with fasciantion.

In awe we may be, but he is without ego,

In our hearts we hold him, forever where we go.