Roses in bloom,
Daffodils swaying in the breeze,
Little birds chirping,
The wind skimming over the fields,
The gurgling stream over the pebbly underneath,
The sunshine winding its way through the green canopy,
Lighting up the mossy terrain,
There's so much in the little things around you,
The past's gone and done,
Leaving behind the golden prize of realization,
So wake up to a brand new year,
To carve a niche in the cliffs of life.