Feet firm on earth,
still chasing dreams
in a world now his own.
Sweat spills from strong pores,
forging currents of futures
he now shapes.
Tight embraces,
arms steady and sure,
a father’s pride made strong.
Wood and leather,
worked to tough threads—
faith stitched into his resolve.
Grass stains on knees,
still bending the world
to his will,
moved by purpose.
Anthems of hope
rise in his voice,
lifting his father’s soul
to love’s high planes.
The quiet secrets
of love and compassion,
once hidden by modesty,
are now lived out loud.
He follows his path
through shifting fields,
where once slick frogs slipped
through eager hands—
A world he builds,
a world he claims,
a world his father
now trusts to his hands.
A follow up to "Son"
