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Hello! Today's your day of birth,
But nothing self-made I can give;
So I do wish that as you live
(I hope long years) on this fab Earth,
 Your lovely, lively, glaring eyes
 Will always see this paradise

That in our eyes gets often lost
Because today an anxious thought
Annoys the head, next day - a lot
Of stew and bustle of small cost
 Draw our attention from the Earth -
 So we don't see morn's flower's mirth

On cooled, fresh-breathing, dewy meads,
Already doused by sun's soft rays,
The first caress of flaming days,
That gives to grass it's morning feeds
 And bathes in warmth after night's cold,
 And leaves in grain it's drops of gold.

But we forget to breathe this air,
Yet it's so light, so sweet, so soft!
And flowers, basking here, do waft
The scent that draws the bees, who share
 Th' enchantment of the morning life
 With us in honey from their hive:

Oh yes! The honey takes morn's shine
That gently lies on grassy ground,
Green leaves and air, which makes it browned,
And has the sweet of all the fine
  And gracious flowers that bees reap -
  Each adds a bit to its receipe !

I never tried, so you should try
To eat this honey on this grass!..
Until the rain will break pond's glass
With crystal drops of shedding sky,
 Then you can feel the ether's blue
 And smell the freshness in it's hue,

And feel the thrill of thirsty green
When thunder shakes the sky. Ba-Boom...
Weird silence and old jasmine's bloom
Do greet the coming rain. But men
 At times just shut the house and take
 The phone, not hearing heaven shake,

Not feeling flurried flower's cries,
Nor seeing first small crystals spilled
Upon the waiting, silent, thrilled
World. Then begins. Affluent skies
 Erupt the heavy clouds. Great hiss
 Breaks silence of the high abyss -

Great floods of rain do salve the ground
The flowers, rivers, balmy pines
And sun short breaks the gray and shines,
And puts a rainbow up around -
 Ah no, my words can't draw the view
 That I have seen, and wish you'll too...

The rampant high abyss of clouds
Throws bombs upon our thrilled heads,
And lighting frozen nature, sheds
It's heavy seas. The greenery crowds,
By wind's strong hand, do bow with glee
To thank the gracious skiey sea!

O! how can I express the scene
If it leaves speechless? My speech's dim
And toils hard to weakly gleam
The wonders that are daily seen
 And heard and felt... We just don't feel
 Nor hear nor see.. I wish you will!

Discover all, unlock yourself
The sounds that music takes in it,
And views that pens try to depict
And put on walls, or your book shelf,
 But often fail, since this weird nature
 Is something of a high'r creature.

The mounts - the cliffs and lively rills,
Bright grass in dew that gleams high sun,
The sky so clear, clouds lower gone...
The city, towns and seas and hills
 Are flat and low - and you stand here
 Upon the lazy world of stir.
 
And on this heights all heavy drear
Leaves my thrilled head - I feel so free!
I start to live, to hear, to see :
That crops try to take sun's gold cheer
 And move it on the watered ground -
 And they succeed - now meads abound

With golden, brightly flaming hue,
Oh,  there's a flower - a night's star -
So modest, cold, a bit bizarre,
It shines so far, but here's a blue,
 Like daylight sky, so fair bud...
 Woo, flowers bent, a mighty scud

Has swept from here to poppy fields,
And like a sower, he did strew
A load of new seeds as he flew -
So soon new buds will be revealed!
 I wish you will enjoy each hill,
 Each flowers dressing it, each rill

That gives life to it's breezy rug,
And even mountain's mighty scene
That maybe from your house is seen,
And always be as free to snug
 On grass or hills or by the sea
 Like some brisk bird, for we are free.

I hope each morn sun will caress
Your sleepy room with it's soft touch,
Yet not too bright, and not too much -
Just as it is enough to bless,
 And I do wish sun not forgets
 To say good night with hot sunsets.

I also wish you won't forget
About the moon - at times bright,
At times sad, and crumbs of light
Strewn on the dark upon your head,
 This night's canvas's so charming, deep
 And wide, that often I can't sleep

When millions of universes
Do soar upon my eyes, o night!
Your beauty fits not in my sight
And writings, so I won't rehearse
 Your myriad jewels not to blot
 Your fineness I try to jot...

So, Jing Jing, please, watch the abyss
Of night, and jump it, touch each star,
Lay stir on earth  - and travel far,  (lay - earthly)
With your clean mind you'll feel the kiss
 Of moon, of stars, of open space,
 Unlocked for all, but in life's race

We cannot see it's real magic,
We live in gems and see them not,
We're shut in prisons of stir thought,
Isn't this sad, isn't this tragic?
 I hope you'll spend a time by sky -
 Think 'bout it, let thoughts soar high!

I wish you'll find some time to walk
Amid the trees, in balmy leaves,
In wind, in rain, or when none heaves
The lively green, to hear the folk
 Of forest singing their song
 On this sage nature's own, free tongue.

I wish you'll not forget the sea,
And touch the blue, and dive in it
To find the jewels under hid,
And taste it's salty, healing tea,
 And in the sunset watch the ether
 With her true husband-sea, together.

And rest your legs on that hot sand
That water washes to make it soft
And summer's sun from it's clear loft
Heats till it gets ardently bland,
  Like one "stuck on", too passionate,
  Who softs his flame, not to spoil the date.

And note the rocks - they look so dead
And boring only at first sight -
Engraving all in time's flight,
Long histories on them are read,
  And making statues so much odd
  They stir my mind to shape a thought.

I hope that once you'll seam the white
Still cloth, stitched by North's airy hands,
Who wear in bridal wear the lands
That soon will bloom, to fid this bride
  Of North with modest, gentle tone
  Of first born flowers, fresh and lone.

Yet while the winter has the throne,
Enjoy it's mighty kingdom! Luxe
Is what the snowy gusts - it's dukes -
Love much and always make it done :
  Their work is of the best degree
  And which is more - the entry's free!

And after I have seen this state
In all it's glitter, it's ensemble,
My eyes got wider, mouth - more humble,
For I've seen more that could have said,
  This is a state of mind, of soul,
  Which I cannot express at all...

I also wish each time you bite
A fruit, no matter what it is,
You will enjoy the child of trees,
Enriched with mellow, fresh delight,
 That has in it the warmth of south
 And soil's richness, in thy mouth.

I wish each time the brisk, cool daughter
Of springs and rains slakes your dry throat
You will enjoy the drops you sought
And feel the life that sheds from water,
  And maybe wash your [beauteous] face
  In water's sweet relief embrace.

I wish that you will often smell
The lemon's blossom, balmy pines,
The scent of rain and hot sunshine,
Old yellow pages on which do dwell
  Some other worlds with their own men
  Who nose and see their blue and green...

I also wish you'll often hear
The nature's perfect chords of peace,
The flute of wind and ocean's hiss,
And all the myriad sounds - It's here -
 The paradise, the sky and sea,
 You only need to feel and see

The faerie that it freely spills
And brings more helpful thoughts with it ,
And peace and thrill, and strength and wit,
And with new life spent spirits fills -
  This I can't give, but wish for you -
  I have reminded, and nature 'll do.

I only wish that every time
You meet with nature, note it's charm
And taste it, feel it - stormy, calm
Or any myriad state I rhyme
  But can't express - so only You
  Can feel...or lose it in ado...

To see with eyes is your fine gift,
And taste the sweet and hear the sounds
And feel the coolness, nose wet grounds...
But all of this is often thieved
  By screens, by spleen, by vanity -
  I wish you'll always hear and see!

*** P. S.

And stay as cheerful as you are -
Do laugh and run, and play and learn,
Stay light and fresh as today's morn,
And thoughtful as a dark night's star
 And... always, always stay the SUN...
 So, happy birthday, and have fun!



(Forgive me, please, this verse looks mad
[Just as it's sire]! But what delight
I get when think that it's now eyed...
By You!!! Though nothing new it said
  And your fresh mind knew all  before it,
  So pardon me! By wish ignore it.)


A HAPPY BIRTHDAY MESSAGE TO MY DEAR (FRIEND) JING JING ON 15 DECEMBER 2022

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The faerie that it freely spills (gives)
And brings much helpful thoughts with it ,
And peace and fire, and strength and wit,
This wakes from stir and revives lives
(And with new life old lives it fills)
This I can't give, but wish for you -
I have reminded, and nature 'll do.

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The faerie it freely gives
And brings much helpful thoughts with it ,
And peace and silence, strength and wit,
This wakes from stir and makes our lives
 Much better, this I wish for you :
 I have reminded, let nature do.

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TO PUT IN :
Yet how can I express the scene
If it leaves speechless? My speech's dim
And toils hard to weakly gleam
The wonders that are daily seen
And heard and felt... We just don't feel
Nor hear nor see.. I wish you will!

Discover all, unlock yourself
The sounds that music takes in it,
And views that pens try to depict
And put on walls, or your book shelf
But mostly fail, because this nature
Is something of a high'r creature.

The rampant high abyss of clouds
Throws bombs upon our thrilled heads,
And lighting frozen nature, sheds
It's heavy seas. The greenery crowds,
By wind's strong hand, do bow with glee
To thank the gracious skiey sea!

I wish each time the brisk, cool daughter
Of springs and rains slakes your dry throat
You will enjoy the drops you sought
And feel the life that sheds from water,
  And maybe wash your [beauteous] face
  In water's sweet relief embrace.