Circle of Life

Though a breath is louder then love or age
Breathing keeps us in our mortal cage
With each step a year goes by
It forces us to think just "why?"
Why am I here now? Why is this bliss?
Why do I get so much enjoyment from a kiss?
For the more you live, the more you get stronger
And the stronger you get, it helps you live longer
Once you were but a blossoming bud
Springing forth from the acidic mud
You sent out your roots into the cold hard ground
Keeping you there, and safetly bound
Soon you grow enough to stand tall
With out the chance for you to fall
And with each year, it grows a new ring
To hold in your nested branches, a song bird to sing
So I present to you, out to your hand
A symbol, a statue, an encompassing band
To show that you're getting stronger every year
I do this to thank you, for calling me dear