In the garden of years, where your footsteps have tread, Blooms hold the stories of colors you've spread. Petals whisper of hands that tenderly sowed, Crafting beauty in gardens, where soft breezes flowed. In shells, you've found echoes of oceans' embrace, Each curve a reminder of your vibrant grace. Art in your hands becomes life's sweet refrain, A symphony played through sun, shell, and rain. Dear Goz, on this milestone, one of a kind, Your art and your friendship brighten hearts and minds. We celebrate you, for all you have done, A life richly painted, like the rise of the sun.