Old things fade,
New things are made,
Like a baby's cot newly laid.
The gentle breeze of summer,
Wiping away the slightest patterns set in sand,
The heavy waver of harmattan breeze,
Redefining patterns set in stones,
Adding new meaning to life,
Shaping the beauties of one's life with added zeal,
Like a racing stallion, strong and dominant,
The joy of new things to be made,
As 2014 sets in.
[Happy new year! Love, Beebs ♥]
YOU ARE READING
The Tree Of Words.
Poetry........A book of poetry that you would enjoy immensely.......
