In sunny Florida, where the oranges sway, Young Zealand turns twelve on a bright, golden day. A splash in the pool, where dreams take their flight, His swim team's a beacon, reflecting the light. With fingers that dance on the piano's keys, He plays tunes like whispers, carried on the breeze. In Minecraft's vast realms, his imagination's unfurled, Building grand worlds that rival the known world. His love for Legos stacks higher and high, Each block a story, reaching the sky. A grandson so cherished, with a spirit so free, Orange-hued joy in the land by the sea.