A New Day,A New Year
A fresh page, bright and clean;
Fresh snow on the meadow,
Not a track to be seen.

A crisp new canvas on the easel
An untouched meadow, snowy white;
We pause to choose our palette,
To what tales our tracks may write.

So rest awhile
Reflect a bit;
Start the new year slow,
Lest rage and passion of bygone days
Stain crimson on the snow.

Choose the path that suits you best
Paint with colors that will last;
For the future lies unblemished,
By the errors of the past.