#YearEndEchoes

Year-end whispers, soft and low,
Echoes of moments, come and go.
Transition's dance, a hopeful tune,
Welcoming a bright new moon.

In the tapestry of days gone by,
Stories written in the open sky.
The hopeful spirit starts to rise,
A new year dawns with fresh surprise.

Growth unfolds in subtle ways,
Like dawn breaking, a golden haze.
Transitions lead to paths unknown,
Where seeds of dreams are gently sown.

Echoes linger, a gentle cheer,
As the old year fades, the new draws near.
With hearts alight and spirits clear,
Embracing the promise of the coming year.
© Itesh