Poetry

Another year has set its course
Within the wheels of time
With many pathways to traverse
And mountains yet to climb

The seasons thus will bring their change
As through the year they pass
With flowers blooming in the Spring
And winter’s wilted grass

Then sunrise ever shall return
And set each closing day -
Young hearts shall tender love embrace
Soft words to fondly say
 
New lives will take their first sweet breath
Green fields be there to plough -
All those whose time has ceased to be
Will make their final bow

The year will bring great joy to some
Whilst others sorrowed be
Yet all we know for sure, the earth
Shall turn relentlessly

And this is as was ever meant
As nature leads the way
With time’s unfolding plan for all
Throughout each coming day