New Year

In the cradle of the year, a night so cold and clear,
Where snowflakes pirouette to earth’s silent cheer.
The stage is set for a celebration very bright,
As we bid farewell to the year goes out of sight.

Candles flicker, casting a warm, golden glow,
Reflected in the snow, what a soft, tender show.
Windows aglow with lights and cheer,
Welcoming in what’s new and drawing near.

The clock strikes twelve, a magical sound,
Fireworks paint the sky with joy unbound.
A symphony of color and feeling so high,
A tapestry of light that reaches the sky.

Happiness flows like the soft, falling snow,
Where each flake prepares winter show.
A fresh canvas for us to write,
A story of love, hope, and light.

As we stand in the cold, yet warm in heart,
We feel the pulse of a fresh start.
The world unites in this moment grand,
And we fell New Year magic, hand in hand.

Let the snowflakes be our guide,
Each unique, we are waiting new rides.
May our paths in the year ahead,
Be lit by candles, not by dread.

A time of rebirth, a chance to soar,
Where every door can open once more.
With every snowflake that reaches the ground,
We’re reminded of life’s good profound.

So let’s toast to the moments yet to be,
To the chapters of our story, a mystery.
With candles aglow, we greet the dawn,
Happy New Year, when we’re all reborn.