What can I wish
If I could dethrone god I would
I will just say a little prayer
To direct torrents of saccharine unto your
routes
It is another day
A reason to smile
I wish you were born eight times
There is no problem, octagons and pentagons
are cronies
May the sun glitter only for you as it does
to the fruits
When they are about to ripen and fill
bellies
The clouds, may they gather to irrigate
your dreams
The keepers of the farms may they guard your
possible capitulations
Against the unholy weeds- hoe the possible destruction
Trophies of eternity, palms long to hold
into longevity
They say whatever you lay hands on usually
acclaims itself to you
Gods of touch, beware of your hands and
hearts
Jasmine, keep on releasing your sweet scent
Feed and fill mother earth with sweetness
In return sweetness will kiss your lips and
palms
Find total growth; spiritually, mentally,
emotionally and material growth
Beat the towers, the sands and the atoms of
the air we breathe
Breathe into eternity and so shall your
paws tell
Keep on throwing your spell to mother earth
Kiss souls and be their hearth
Happy birthday
Receive your hay
Clutch for your pay
And in time you shall harvest
And in time you shall harvest
Kisses of fire and humility
Learn and you shall know eternity
Kisses of sacrifice unto your hands- god
may you bestow them unto her
God give her as her good intentions desire
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