In the garden where time gently sways, A summerhouse cradles the light of days. Ninety years young, her spirit bright, As the sun dips softly into night. Loves the birds that flit and sing, Each note a gift, a feathered ring, Hedgehogs rustle through the leaves, In their quiet joy, she believes. A daily walk, a ritual sweet, With nature's wonders at her feet. Here, every breath is a melody, Echoing life's sweet symphony. Happy birthday, dear mother, May your heart forever hover, In the beauty of these cherished lands, Tended gently by your loving hands.