Birthdays come but once a year…
you’ll always be a friend so dear…

you worry that you’re getting old…
it’s all in your mind, that’s what I’m told…

age is just a number friend…
your body works, your legs they bend…

so toss that old word out the door…
For I’m here to help you celebrate many more…

Tiny birds they flutter about
One dives in and the other dives out

They always seem to share their seed
some seem happy and some seem mean

I sit and watch them every day
for many seem to come to play

I find them sitting in the tree
they fly away when they see me

but back again here they come
because they think this place is fun…

The peace is surreal
in the woods at the park
it’s beauty is special
I speak from the heart

I grew up here
when I was a child
this place could always
make me smile

as I pass the trees
look up to see
a baby raccoon
looking down at me

There’s a deer on the right
munching on a shrub
and the birds they are singing
while fluttering above

While walking the boardwalk
with my camera in my hand
I capture the beauty
and that is really grand…