On December 28, 2023

Poetry is power: The painting of the New Year

It all begins with a twinkle,

The sun starts to rise,

Painting its colorful picture of new year.

The shining sun rises,

The glowing moon falls,

The sky sparkles.

The snow glitters,

All sparkly and white,

The sky paints its picture,

For all to see.

The beautiful new year begins,

With a glistening sky,

The world stops and listens,

Birds sing happy songs,

The light sound of snow falling,

And over all these sounds,

Laughter,

Kindness,

And joy.

The world is so much happier,

When we spread,

Joy,

Love,

And Kindness,

Spread happiness and everyone will be happy,

Including you.

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