I would have blessed myself with a wonderful piece.
But nature would not forgive me, Because it is not ideal for,
a writer to bless himself.
If it was for another.
Then it would have been better.
Even as though.
I still need to bless myself a little.
But from another perspective.
On this day, Mother Nature birthed me.
She birthed me in another mother.
Because it was from her beauty, that I shared.
Mother nature is not also left out.
She has blessed me with talents and flaws.
Good and bad temperament; As classified by the World.
But in her eyes, they are wonderful.
I am no good man.
In this vile and wicked World.
I partook in such tait.
No wonder the adage goes;
“A man is good in one but bad in many”.
But yet, I still console myself with Williams Shakespeare’s words;
” Nothing is good, nothing is bad, only thinking makes it so”.
I am indeed honoured on this day.
And I bless Mother nature most especially for my birthed existence.

A Writer is born on this day.
A Poet is born on this day.
And a Master of his Creative imagination is also born on this day.

Happy Birthday, Cyprian
Happy Birthday, Cyrinmike.
Happy Birthday, the beauty poet.
And happy birthday to my humble self.

I remain grateful to my MASTER.
I remain grateful to Mother Nature.
I remain grateful to my BEAUTY MUM.

Yours Faithfully, Come I.