The Gentle Glow of Another Year

Soft clouds gather where the high winds hum,
a whisper of wool in the quiet sun—
a gentle llama, bright and free,
marks another year of memory.

Confetti drifts like petals in air,
golden light caught in silken hair,
and time itself seems slow, then still,
as joy spills over every hill.

Each step a story, calm and wise,
reflected deep in starlit eyes,
a world of wonder, soft and warm,
where dreams take shape in every form.

So here’s to days both kind and new,
to skies forever brushed in blue,
and to the heart that softly claims,
a birthday sung in llama dreams.

a little something for this year's bday <3

poem by me