Ochre, cinnamon, and vermilion
Foliage ready to leave, lingering until you came
A gift readily given, a token of love
How was I to know you'd teach me
More than I could ever show you
Love beyond what is
Patience beyond what could be
Find your place in the sun
Don't forget to have funMake the world a better place
Happy birthday, son.
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