Breeze of lavender
nature's dancing, singing birds
never quieter.
Nineteen years and you
time makes metal out of one
yet you never rust.
In the orange sea
there's no wet, dusky forest
you're the only tree.
A drizzling sunset
cats meow, never bitten
forever kittens.
Nineteen years and the
sun remains very morning
every time you bloom.
A dusty alley
from far; an old clock's ticking
up close; cats' meow.
An open window
sings "happy birthday to you"
- same old dancing birds.
