The year began with hope in sight,
A canvas blank, horizons bright,
Dreams woven in the morning sun,
Whispers of all that could be won.

But as the seasons ebbed and flowed,
Life’s winding path began to show,
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
We danced with tears, we reached the sky.

There were days when laughter reigned,
When joy and love could not be tamed,
Moments when the world stood still,
And hearts were warmed by sheer goodwill.

But in the quiet, storms did brew,
Winds of doubt and shadows grew,
Days when hope seemed far from reach,
When every step felt hard to teach.

The...