I admire the foliage in the spring,
then walk along moist shorelines.
I walk atop the leaves of the fall,
then trace frosted trails in winter.
But this cycle,
everything will change.
This year,
it will be better.
Instead of admiring nature's bounties,
I will cultivate something new.
This year I will move past the shore,
and delve deeper into the waters.
In place of withered leaves,
I will step over my struggles.
Rather than peppering footsteps in the snow,
I will permanently imprint on the world.
Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 8:56 PM UTC
I admire the foliage in the spring,
then walk along moist shorelines.
I walk atop the leaves of the fall,
then trace frosted trails in winter.
But this cycle,
everything will change.
This year,
it will be better.
Instead of admiring nature's bounties,
I will cultivate something new.
This year I will move past the shore,
and delve deeper into the waters.
In place of withered leaves,
I will step over my struggles.
Rather than peppering footsteps in the snow,
I will permanently imprint on the world.
Maybe I'll be able to change this year.
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