New Year, New Roots

                        New Year, New Roots

The morning peels the night away,

soft light combs through the sleepless sky.

A single bird rewrites the day,

its small song learning how to fly.

The river folds old shadows back,

then loosens them in silver streams.

Each wave erases what I lack,

yet leaves me holding brighter dreams.

The trees stand still, but grow within,

their quiet rings confess the years.

They teach my stubborn, human skin

to wear both laughter and my tears.

So here I stand, a breathing seed,

in soil of doubt and sudden grace.

New roots reach out to what I need,

new leaves learn sunlight, face to face.

If time must turn, then let it turn;

I walk beside it, not behind.

With every sunrise, I relearn

the gentle art of changing mind.