Ibim Semenitari Celebrate Birthday (Birthday POEM)

Every year brings its gifts of seasons

patterns on the fragile fabric of time

which adorn our days like pure rosettes

and small miracles of perpetual rebirth;

we gather into the calabash of our lives

all leaves and fruits, sunsets and dayspring

making of each day a rite and celebration

of seasoned moments and memories

Every day brings rays of your presences

and warmth, like your virginal smile

heart filled with little stunning planets , so no

nightfall persists, nor casts spells of darkness,

every day you reveal lucent dewdrops of joy

on all who encounter your bright eyes of dawn

who see the new leaves and flowers of may

from which life, magical and imperial

assumes, as petal, its warmest, tenderest glow

 

We celebrate every day the fruits of a year

honour every year the eternity of our moments

like you, great gift of life, abiding spring

for a single day cannot hold all your spirit

single fountain cannot write you into an epic

nor lone voice or paean project your orchestra

you who have gathered all the seasons

into a single day, like this, all yours, splendoured

filled with songs, laughter and memorials

 

A single mouth cannot eat all your herbs

nor tongue taste all your spices and not flame

into praise like this, telling your july rain

and so we take them, one drop after another

one spell after another, growing as rivers

which make of your heart a sea of pearls;

a garden of roses sprouts collegiate canticles

in little stars, and shrubs, joyful and upright

 

As faithfuls, think it is christmas in the fields,

just as this day, all yours, of the sum and sun

of special gifts, magnificent and planetary

and none remains denuded and unclad

as the day of birthing, a most fragile bounty

but is adorned with orbs and light of seasons

for you, ibim, splendid ornament of the ages.