The clock strikes twelve, the page turns anew,
A year untraveled, horizons in view.
2025, a name of light,
A beacon of hope, chasing the night.
The air hums softly with dreams untold,
Whispers of courage, hearts turned bold.
We plant new seeds, we rise, we strive,
To make this year where we truly thrive.
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
The human spirit learns to fly.
Each trial met with steady grace,
Each moment cherished, every place.
The world may still its burdens bear,
Yet kindness lingers in the air.
In every hand that lifts a friend,
In every wound that time will mend.
The sun will shine, the rain will fall,
Life’s symphony embracing all.
Let 2025 be the year we weave
A tapestry of dreams we believe.
With open hearts and open minds,
Together, a brighter future we’ll find.
For in our unity, the truth is clear—
2025 is a good year.
About the Creator
F.R.B.
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Comments (2)
Brilliant ♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️
Very hopeful! Love it ❤️