Some days stand above the rest, today is among the very best. One sixteenth of November, yes this very day, a most wonderful girl child came to play. Bright eyed and filled with love, precious to Earth and to Moon above. Since that special day, her name and deeds were often spoke in the hallowed haunts of the Faery Folk. As years passed quickly by her feet danced the Earth, her song filled the Sky. Gifted with magic, wisdom and bardic skills, she sang of natural beauty and of Earth's threatening ills. With careful use of gifts at hand, she set about to heal a dying land. Her songs of beauty and of pain, Earth's own sad refrain, spread through the mists like tiny darts sparking visions in many loving hearts. Today, I join in the celebrations held in all the Faery Nations, butterflies, dragonflies darting and dancing, gnomes, elves strutting and prancing, Faeries, Elves and creatures of the wild celebrating the birth of this child, elegant recitations in song and bardic rhyme, I join with all in saying "Happy Birthday Thyme".