In New Farm Park where river dreams flow, Beneath a sky with a golden glow, On the 8th of March, a day so grand, Dottie turns eighteen, with future in hand. At four o'clock, the roses bloom, Whispers of youth dispel all gloom. The jacarandas, with purple grace, Celebrate the joy of a timeless place. Laughter dances on the breeze, Among the trees, her heart's at ease. Eighteen candles, a radiant start, New chapters unfolding in the heart. So here beneath the sprawling sky, May dreams take flight; may spirits fly. Dottie's day, a wondrous scene, Her life ahead, a canvas pristine.