It is strange to think
That while a big deal is made
Of the transition of one year to another
It is nothing but a day turning to night to day.
Just like it always has been and always will be.
The animals nor the birds would know a difference,
If it weren’t for the deafening noise of crackers bursting
And motor cycles speeding and humans singing.
They hide themselves in crevices and corners,
Thinking the end has come.
The older and wiser amongst them know
That this will end too, and another day will come.
The sun will shine through the fog,
And just as humans open their hung over glazed eyes,
The forage for food will begin and hopes for bigger scraps too.
Hope stumbles over this threshold,
Though an imaginary one-
And Hope Prevails.
“May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit” Romans 15:13″