In a world where dreams and daylight blend,
Lives a man whose years ascend,
Not old, not young, but in between,
With a whimsical mind, sharp and keen.
In laughter's echo, joy's embrace,
His children's smiles light up the space.
A father's love, deep and devout,
In their triumphs, he feels no doubt.
His garden is his canvas bright,
Where colors bloom from morning light,
He plants and prunes with tender care,
A symphony of flora rare.
Within his home, where tanks reside,
Fish like jewels in water glide.
A tranquil world beneath the blue,
In silent dance, their grace shines through.
When twilight calls, he shifts his art,
To mixing tracks, he plays his part,
With headphones on and beats in sync,
He finds the groove, the missing link.
A modest soul, so free,
Finds passion in diversity,
From soil to water, to the DJ's booth,
He lives his truth, his ageless youth.
