In two thousand and twenty-five, a shadow loomed large,
Whispers of doubt crashed like waves at the barge.
Chaos spilled into streets once aglow,
Echoes of sorrow filled the air, bringing woe.
The skies draped in a deep, mournful gray,
In weary hearts, hope slowly faded away.
Vibrant cities now felt out of sync,
Silence reigned heavy, time seemed to shrink.
Yet amid this darkness, a flicker was found,
A fragile spark that refused to stay bound.
Voices wove together, resilient and brave,
Their kindness like raindrops, a balm for the grave.
As the hands of the clock marked a fresh start,
A whisper of promise stirred deep in the heart.
The sun broke through clouds, a warm light to share,
Lighting the pathways, reviving the air.
In two thousand and twenty-six, dawn painted horizons bright,
Awakening dreams hidden from sight.
Fields once neglected now thrived in the glow,
Colors bursting forth, dispelling old woe.
Children\'s laughter flowed like rivers in spring,
Filling the world with the joy they would bring.
Communities gathered, united as one,
Together they flourished, embracing the sun.
Creative spirits soared, hearts opened wide,
Stories of struggle became pathways to pride.
Hope, once a whisper, now ignited a flame,
In the rhythm of unity, we found our claim.
Resilience colored the skies with new grace,
Transforming past wounds, each scar a sacred trace.
In the gardens of future, our seeds took their root,
Nurtured by kindness and the strength of our pursuit.
As winter gave way to spring’s tender embrace,
The shadows receded, leaving remnants of grace.
With every soft sunrise, we welcomed the day,
Celebrating brightly, come what may.
Together we stand, from darkness to light,
Embracing the journey, prepared for the flight.
In two thousand and twenty-six, the world breathes anew,
A tapestry woven of hues hopeful and true.