In fields where gentle breezes play, Ron celebrates his special day. Among the barns and clucking hens, Where farmstead life a charm extends. He walks the rows where cattle graze, Fond memories in sunlit haze. Yet once upon a hill he learned, How turning winds of fortune earned. For he at turbines grand did toil, Harnessing the breath from soil. Now on this day, with heart so warm, He finds his peace upon the farm. As beasts around him softly sing, And birthday breezes gently bring, A life both rooted, and set free— A perfect blend, his legacy.