Ahead

It less than twelve hours
When the moment arrives
To take a glance at dying flowers
And gives thanks when time collides.

Whether looking back in sadness
Or clawing for it to keep
Look ahead with gladness
Into a new year we leap.

Let's look towards the next
Where the arrow points
To a new year of text
To beyond the joints.

A new year approaches
So let's all light our torches
For a year of peace
where sadness can cease.