The Birthday Fairies
Happy Birthday Tim Carmichael!
At dawn, the birthday fairies wake
their wings a dewy gleam
They gather petals, moss, and bark
to build the perfect dream
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They prepare their celebrations
where the forest meets the sky
a party stitched from sunlight
where the wildflowers lie
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They whisk up cakes of honeyed bloom
with berries crushed by hand
The frosting swirls like morning mist
that drifts across the land
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Their itty bitty forks and spoons
are carved from hearts of fallen trees
their candles glow from fireflies
who volunteer with ease
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They string up vines for garlands bright
with mushrooms as decor
They sing a tune the robins know
a soft enchanted score
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Each cap a tiny lantern lit
by glow worms curled inside
and every leaf begins to dance
unable to abide
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The games begin in open fields
where clover carpets grow
They cheer for every laughing sprite
whose joy begins to glow
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They race along on dragon flies
play hide and seek in blooms
Their giggles ringing warm and sweet
through ancient forest rooms
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And when the birthday child arrives
the fairies gather near
They crown them with a wreath of light
to bless another year
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Their wings a shimmering chorus
in the sunny afternoon
They whisper wishes soft enough
to float up to the moon
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For birthdays in the fairy realm
are more than simple days
They're a celebration shared by all
in gentle woodland ways
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They're moments stitched with natures love
and magic woven tight
Where every heart is lifted
by another creature's light
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Happy Birthday, Tim!
I hope you have an incredible day and a fruitful and amazing year!
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