And so the day will soon close.
To birth a fresh start, a new hope.
With colourful booms, chants and roars.
These are celebrations and applause.
Drinks in hand, smile on the lips.
What a joyous gathering is this.
But not singular as mirrored across the world.
When the time comes we unite to say it loud.
Dancing drunk with heads to the sky.
It is the only time we don’t mind something die.
For what does end is reborn anew.
Fresh chapters we wish to see through.
Not all will prevail or even be spoken.
But those which are will be undertaken.
So welcome the change, the ticking over.
The energy felt is akin to a billion supernova.