Wish to be there, at the top of the hill, Wish to be there, with the whispering winds. Wish to sit under the silent tree and see, What a wonderful sight, your home that once had been. Withering away in the rain and the sun, Flowering away in the mist at noon. Rocks of the hill who have stories to tell, Lovely as can be, flowers of heaven and hell. Hours and hours, seem stagnant in time, Sitting under the tree, the moment sublime. Rappelling on the rocks, what a wonderful climb, Luscious and calm, I live for this moment divine. Take me there, I plead to thee, Let me live, where I wish to be. Let me breathe, the air under the tree, your home, that once had been

Living in the clouds with her loving kin, Beautiful and impulsive, a terrible combination to have. The youngest daughter to a loving father and caring mother, I envy the family she owns. A hillbilly with a thousand expressions, Some of which I know how to describe. She smiles with the shine of a million suns, Ever photograph is an artistic beauty. A gorgeous coffee brown lady, With sparkling eyes and a beautiful smile, The Pilipino visage just adds to her charm. A mix of culture and English learning, Crafting an individual of incredible dept and perception. The good old days we spent in college, The long walks with everyone back then, The odd calls with everyone right now, Are all cherished memories of mine. On this wonderful day, This is an ode to you, To tell you how much you mean to me. Forever wishing you good health and happiness, To a great friend and human being Happy birthday to you...