On the day of our birth, a number takes form,
A cipher of significance, through life’s storm,
The birth day number, a chapter’s birthright,
In the book of our lives, it shines so bright.
It tells of the day when you came to be,
A cosmic moment, a gift, a decree,
A number unique, a symbol of you,
In the grand universe, a guiding clue.
In its digits, the secrets of your soul reside,
A map of your character, there’s no need to hide,
The day you were born, a cosmic connection,
A piece of the puzzle in life’s grand intersection.
It speaks of your talents, your traits, your grace,
The strengths you bring to the world’s embrace,
A window to the essence of who you are,
In the birth day number, you’re the shining star.
With each passing year, it holds your age’s mark,
A reminder of time, a journey in the dark,
But deeper still, it holds a sacred lore,
A treasure trove of wisdom, forevermore.
So honor this number, your day of birth,
In its digits, your value on this Earth,
For the birth day number, a piece of your art,
A reminder of the magic that’s within your heart.
As you celebrate each year’s sweet endeavor,
Remember the day you were born, forever,
In the birth day number, your essence does play,
A tribute to you on your special day.