New leaves sprouting

The wall where we hang our year's calendar 

Is being spruced up for new year day's show 

To make it shine high and also to put it on order

It seems they propose to take it to the top in place, they vow


The past year absolutely moved so fast on rails

And it never failed in any of its trials

Poems flourished almost in raining streams

And never felt/held back from the attractive creams


Three sixty days moved happily in cajoling terms

Twelve months ran fast on sweetish track forms

Never there was a chance to look back and worry 

It is all our goodness and GOD'S grace and never