A birthday marks a beginning,
But none so pure as the very first —
When a newborn cries, the world listens,
And hearts bloom with joy unrehearsed.
In that tiny breath, a universe stirs,
Wrapped in blankets, dreams, and light,
A soul untouched by sorrow or fear,
Eyes shining with eternal delight.
The world stands still for a moment’s grace,
As time bows to a life so new,
A name is whispered like a prayer,
As love paints the sky in hues of blue.
From mother’s arms to father’s smile,
To the lullabies and soft first touch,
A newborn’s birthday is heaven’s gift,
A blessing felt, cherished so much.
The stars seem closer on that day,
The moon glows with a softer face,
Nature sings in gentle tones,
Welcoming life with silent embrace.
Tiny fingers, tender toes,
A heartbeat like a sacred song,
Though small, this life will one day grow,
With roots so deep, and dreams so strong.
So let us celebrate not with noise,
But with awe, in quiet and light,
For a newborn’s birthday is not just a day —
It’s the birth of hope, pure and bright.
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