In Staten's cradle, where oceans sing, Carlos finds the dawn of his 49th spring. Smart and sleek, with a Latin grace, Each word he speaks a thought's embrace. A flight attendant of the skies, With wit that soars, and fire in his eyes. His presence—stimulating, vast, A future brighter than the past. On this day, beneath the wide, wild blue, Carlos, you rise, and the world is anew.