Thanks God, this is my birthday

What does it mean? Another year

In vain,  degraded as a simple pass

Toward the happy planes, that covered

With the grass for bulls and cows

Enjoying vast and infinite refrain

Of chance to fill their stomachs with

The food enough to make this place

A paradise for generations, coming

To replace or add the happiness to

Herd of human beings as vegetarians

Or common carnivores. They stay away

From dinosaurs, especially those, who

Can bring some chaos into the order

Of the blessed beyond of any

Reasonable expectation. Fine,

Let’s celebrate another step toward

The silence of eternal darkness

Where there is no fields filled with

The grass, that always black.