The sun is still over the hills
The winds whisper as a piper,
The tempest rises as a hammer over a nail,
All creatures are in anticipation.
A lovely lily sprouts.
A pretty but mighty sword is forged,
Its destiny, loneliness, it is to dodge.
At the touch of water, its hisses like kisses never cease.
An invaluable pearl that makes hearts pound has been found,
As he gives his first roar,
Fourteen muscles are set to row.
All marvel at the sight.
It is right to share in our delight.
We are tight as a knot,
Celebrating our winning bout.
Three hundred plus sixty-five days added to our years.
May our days never see tears
DEDICATED TO ALL MAY BORNS
#MAYBORNSROCK
*on the eve of my birthday*
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