New Year 2022 Poem by Natasa To

First day OF New Year start together
from the very last night of too many people died caused by COVID-19;
rightfully planned and designed, not really happy,
not yet to say good bye virus COVID-19.

Each and every new year makes it quite sad,
erasing the past with present's bright and so fine;
darkness turns into bright and so well,
dawn replaces the sunset at a high level.

Delight comforts like what love and gladness do,
drying the rain of pain, sorrow, and tears dropped;
inclement clime thinks of being great,
insisting it doesn't want to make hearts sick.

Earth, soft flood, forest, bright beacon, and black sea
eagerly look upon the blue sky to make happy.
Written by Natasa C To
Pen name Tulip
2/18/2022 at 10: 39am EST