In the heart of time, a beacon bright, Carol dances in the twilight light, Ninety years, an age adorned, Yet in her soul, new dreams are born. With tenacity that moves the sun, Her journey's call is still unspun, She wears the years as laughter's grace, Not a line does cloud her youthful face. Each moment's stride, a tale she weaves, A spirit fierce that never leaves, Onward to a century's dawn, Her legacy, with love, is drawn. To Carol, whose might defies an age, Here's to a story still on the page, As milestones pass in joyous flight, For dear Carol, the future's bright.