On this last Friday of February's reign,
Twenty-five's wisdom flows like gentle rain.
A new dawn breaks, a canvas pure and bright,
Painting possibilities with morning's light.
In the mirror of your soul, gaze deep and true,
Reflect on the marvel that is uniquely you.
Each breath a blessing, each heartbeat a song,
In this symphony of life where you belong.
Like seeds of change in fertile soil sown,
Your thoughts shape the world you've always known.
Nurture them kindly with love's gentle hand,
Watch as your inner garden expands.
Transcend the limits of yesterday's shore,
Embrace the vastness of what lies in store.
In the alchemy of self, you're gold refined,
A treasure of infinite worth, one of a kind.
Rise now, dear one, in your radiant power,
This moment your stage, this day your flower.
In the tapestry of time, you're a thread divine,
Weaving miracles as your light doth shine.