2025

In the shadow of years now past,

We stand in 2025 at last.

A bridge of hope, a path untold,

A story written in hearts so bold.

The earth awakens with tender cries,

Her voice a song beneath the skies.

Mountains weep, oceans rise,

Yet through the storm, a phoenix flies.

The cities hum with electric dreams,

Machines converse in silent schemes.

AI whispers in corridors of power,

A brave new dawn, a digital hour.

And man, irrepressible, tries,

To conquer the stars, to touch the sky.

Spacecraft gleam in the starry night,

A dance of progress, a quest for light.

In bustling streets, humanity weaves,

Stories of love and hearts that grieve.

The laughter of children, innocent and free,

Echoes of hope for what's to be.

Yet, whispers stay, shadows dance,

The terrors of the next day,

Conflicts seethe, nations clash,

Boundaries dissolve, egos separate.

Classrooms crowded with future minds

New generations seek to find

The lost balance, the wisdom sought,

Lessons learnt from battles fought.

The climate speaks in tongues of fire,

A warning bell for young and old desire.

Floods and droughts, in protests loud,

Earth cries for care-a bequest from a soul.

In the marketplace of dreams and trade,

New currencies and plans are laid.

Green energy fuels the modern race,

A chance to heal this sacred space.

Love remains through time's difficult tests,

A steady force, both pure and fresh.

A mother holds her child so close,

A father's strength, a sibling's boast.

Communities rise where they once fell,

Together they build, they weave their spell,

Of kindness shared, of bridges mended,

The world renewed, the war amended.

The artists paint, the poets write,

Guiding voices in the dark of night.

Words and hues and soaring notes

Touch hearts and let old wars collapse.

But quiet, a question does prepare,

What sort of world will we choose?

The clock ticks on, the hands won’t wait,

Will courage guide, or fear dictate?

For 2025, a fleeting year,

Is more than time—it’s crystal clear.

A mirror held to what we’ve done,

And what we’ll leave when our race is run.

Let 2025 not be a sigh,

But a battle cry to touch the sky.

A pledge to heal, a vow to give,

To craft a world where all can live.

Through every trial, through every test,

May humankind reveal its best.

A year of growth, a time to strive,

For in its heart, we are alive.Let the story of 2025 continue,

A story that is never complete.

Each morning colors a new page,

Each evening brings a new stage.

The forests whisper old secrets,

Of roots that join, of leaves of gold.

They plead with us now to protect their beauty,

To preserve their home, their holy place.

The rivers flow with ancient stories,

Flowing free, from shore to shore.

But poisoned streams now cry for justice,

Their voice a cry for tenderness.

The skies, once blue, wear ashen veils,

The winds speak stories of pollution.

Yet they carry on the seeds of change,

A promise so huge, a future strange.

In the halls of power, choices hover,

Their repercussions mold the shape of the earth above. Shall leaders emerge, or lie low,

Before truths that none may throw?

The people march with banners raised,

For justice, as their vision sways

Voices that once were silent sound,

Equality for all, common ground.

The hand of the artist, the pen of the scholar,

The farmer's toil, the skill of the builder,

Weave one varicoloured, plentiful chime,

A joining of the future to the past.

In every village, town, and spire,

Lives a spark, a burning fire.

Dreamers dream, and doers do,

Making worlds both bright and true.

The stars above, distant yet,

Whisper, softly, "Find your route".

For galaxies beckon with eternal luck,

A cosmic waltz, a daring luck.

Yet here on Earth, the soil still pleads,

To honor her and heed her needs.

To tread with care, to heal her scars,

To make amends beneath the stars.

A child looks up with hopeful eyes,

And wonders what beyond them lies.

Their laughter rings, their joy is pure,

A fleeting glimpse of what’s secure.

The clock of time will always spin,

From where we’ve been to what’s within.

And though 2025 must fade,

Its echoes linger in paths we’ve laid.

Will we, as stewards, rise to the test?

To heal, to cherish, to do our best?

Or will we falter, lose our way,

As fleeting dreams drift into gray?

Yet still there's faith in hearts that live,

In love, in hope, in the will to strive.

For every storm, a calm will show,

And through the cracks, new life will grow.

So here we stand, upon this bright shore,

With eyes wide open, reaching for more.

2025, your time will surely pass,

But let your lessons forever last.