Our time is measured out fleetingly
as human beings on this sunny planet
which is a showcase for the universe
where daily we do search for new meaning.
Without realising it
the days and nights do turn over
and far too quickly the years do pass
from birth to a high old age.
Sometimes a person's life is caught
in moments that do linger, that keeps hanging
where blithe and happiness
is experienced in mere moments
where love do come unselfish and free
and even if humanity is at times cursory like a flower
throughout you whole life, mother,
you have time after time astonished me.
Where time after time you did show me
what true love really is, that it is free without any price
and forever I would want our days to be together
as characters in a lovely story
but destiny does do its own thing,
which brings me to the core of this verse:
may all of your days be beautiful and full of flowers,
may your days last almost endless.
Today that you do have a birthday; I do thank God for you.
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