You are special, a gift to the world,
singing to the wind, the trees, the sky.
Making peace with pain and sorrow,
accepting life like just a snowy day.
Coming and going like a pearly-white moon,
making your appearance to this world magnificent.
Making your way though life as a humble dot of life,
but you are a living joy, constant peace, a golden star.
Happy birthday Annabel, another beautiful year being around you! Hope you like the poem. I'm no Dr. Seuss, but I tried. :) You're now eleven! Welcome to the "lovely" world of preteens!