Like the ancient Elms of Eden
And the Pines fo Central Park
Like the Age old Oaks of England
That in winer shed their bark.

Like the flowers in the garden
And the leaves upon the trees
Or the grass that fills the yard, and
The blossoms drawing bees.

Like the spices in the kitchen
And the attar in perfume
Or the paint upon the canvas
That decorates the room.

Every year you grow more graceful
Each year your beauty grows
Every year I am more grateful
For your head, down to your toes.