Under a Palo Verde Tree
Under the outstretched limbs of a Palo Verde tree,
Lies a sunny bright fallen carpet of yellow blossoms.
Birds perked above up at dawn and ready to sing,
Row after row of white roses makes the scene handsome.
Colors of the morning a repeat of yesterday's view,
My eyes wide open for all the sights I shall see.
Please hear a Birthday Wish for someone I knew,
Remember now that a poem is something you read.
We can hold on forever by counting on one hand,
But Birthday Wishes come and go wherever you stand.
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