#TomorrowSeeds

In the hush of dawn, the old year fades,
With whispers of hope in the crisp air laid,
A canvas blank, yet brimming with gold,
A promise of stories waiting to be told.

With hands ungloved, I kneel in the earth,
Each seed a dream, each dream a rebirth,
I gather my wishes, both tender and bold,
In the fertile ground where aspirations unfold.

A flicker of laughter, a shimmer of grace,
I plant them with care in this sacred space,
The soil, rich with memories, cradles each thought,
In the heart of the year, where worries are naught.

There’s the seed of adventure, a journey unplanned,
Nurtured by courage, it stretches its hand,
And dreams of connection, like vines intertwine,...