It tarries in the oven of nature’s baking
Luxuriating on the bed of flowery pans
The butterfly must kiss the nectar to
Flourish the cries of melody to your birth,

It should echo the bands of the pen
For the pen must tilt to its tempo,
Dancing the thrills of your birth
To reverberate the potency of your birth

For the pen you stand the ink you flow
A courageous Horace of literary melody
Melody, melody from sporadic suspense,
Your mentor wand courses from the

Soothing menthol of literary shepherd shield
Your personality a blend from exceptional depth
Your mentorship from the aura of a prime
A rolling model with refined roles like a dice

Baptised with coal and spring of literary enthusiasm
Your badge a boosted cheetah for cub mentees
The race becomes your race course
And your platform the staunch horseback

Gleaming coat, stuffed and walking on
At the end of your stringed tether,
You sprinter in the paddocks
Cantering down the stalls of every field in walks

Cultivating tree stems for every branch to bloom
A thorough breed, a touch of every prime
I’ve searched and in search, melody
Melody the words are not enough

To rebirth the birth of your handsome birth
Melody, melody happy birth day to you
Melody, melody belated rebirth of you
Melody, melody more feathers to your hat

Melody, melody more cake icings to your heart
Melody, melody more scores to your years
Melody, melody more plaques to your throne
Melodiously, more gracious blessings to your goals

Copyright: Gift Amukoyo