#YearEndEchoes

In the quiet shift from old to new,
Festive whispers tell tales so true.
A blank canvas awaits, pure and bright,
Growing through change, chasing the light.

Tick-tock, the clock begins the dance,
Moving through time, taking a chance.
Hope blossoms like a sunlit flower,
The New Year's joy begins to shower.

From the ashes of yesterday's past,
A promise rises, steadfast to last.
A heart full of hope, a dream so bold,
In the New Year's hug, we find gold.

Transitions are bridges, linking the years,
Facing new joy, conquering old fears.
On time's canvas, colors so clear,
The dawn of a new year draws near.
© Enock M Lunda