She cried,
when she arrived.
Where she was
she couldn’t tell.
The environment
was nothing that she has seen before or envisaged.
So much confusion.
People picking up this and handing out that.
Then they bathed her.
Then everybody was happy.
Happy for what?
Happy that she had joined them.
And ever since
she has being a source of
joy to all,
a source of pride to all,
a source of inspiration to many.
She had continued
on her journey,
taking every step
with purpose,
with joy,
and with passion.
For her, the sky is the beginning.
And whatever is worth doing at all
is worth doing well.
And whatever is worth considering
is worth dying for.
March on.
The greatest of height is yours to achieve.
Time is yours.
History is yours to make.
Happy birthday,
lovely one.
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