You know what that means, right?
You've survived another year; another lap around the sun has passed.
The present begins to fade and instead is replaced with the future. As you grow, you must stay ever vigilant; watch everything around you change and grow.
The small sapling you planted as a child may now be a large and elegant tree, faltering it's leaves as winter arrives.
The dog your neighbor got one year ago is no longer a puppy, but instead a dog, proud and fluffy.
Your art begins to change and advance, along with the technique, slowly, carefully, with each stroke.
Your best friend you've had since being a child's voice has changed and lifted or fallen.
Another year, another candle. Another candle, more fire, shining elegance and candle wax onto the cake more than ever.
Happy birthday from all of us who love and care for your art, Happy birthday from the world and all of the trees that you've seen sway gently in the wind.
From all of the flowers you've ever glanced, smiled at or sniffed.
From all of the animals you've pet, from all of the friends you've ever made.
From your family and from the internet.