Let the new year be spring,
Full of green, high and low,
Seasoned by the aroma of flowers,
Which paint a rainbow in the fields,
with the mixture of their colours.
Let me be a busy bee,
Collecting nectar before it’s too late,
For soon the leaves will wither.
Let all the leaves of failure, error and badluck,
be gone with the autumn,
Paving way for new ones.
To dress nature with fresh foliage.
Each fresh leaf is a new page,
On which to rewrite wrongs,
Repair breaches, and mend fences.
Let the new year be a grafted tree branch,
That will bear hybrid fruits of hard work,
In gratitude to the life giver,
Who has sustained us this far.
Yesterday is gone into oblivion,
We will face tomorrow head-on
Having a foothold in today’s new beginning.
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