The birthday is the symbol
of not a year lost but another year gained,
Through the window pane of life
the course in which you flow has been seen,
and the seeds birth has been regained.
As January and another year passes
the garden of life is endless,
spring will melt into summer, summer lulling into autumn
and back round another year will come,
changes have weathered you
but harsh challenges have not left you worn,
just like the garden of life
you have rejoiced,
as i out of love will celebrate this birthday morn.
