In dunes of gold where shadows play, A belated breeze whispers the day; A birthday past, yet horses run, Their laughter neath the setting sun. An artist strokes with playful might, Captures joy in lines so bright; Each sandy brush a dance of dreams, A carousel of light that gleams. In memory's sands, time gently flows, As laughter in the air bestows, The fun of moments colored bold— An ageless tale of joy retold.