Andreas at thirty, still youth gently sways, In the grand dance of life, you're young in your ways. With seventy years to the golden centennial tune, The horizon holds whispers of moments soon. A creative spark in your soul ignites, New chapters unfold in the canvas of nights. Dreams like constellations in a velvety sky, Your story's a tapestry, vivid and spry. Embrace every turning, each whispering arc, For with age comes beauty, an eternal spark.