It's a hell of a ride, In 2025. We wept, we danced. We were in despair, But we found hope At the eleventh hour. We lost, still we found. We made new friends, We lost many. There was war, but we believe that there's peace. We threw stones, yet we gathered. We kept, still we gave. We smiled, but our hearts frowned. We ran and panted Like a strong man running a marathon uphill. Yet the Creator remains unchanged. The sun being the sun, And the moon being the moon. The gravity still in position, The stars still tracing lines, And space itself, still bent Taking its course. It's the last month of year, Many hoot and halla, Fireworks leaving beautiful Marks on the night skies. And we await a crossover, From memories to possibilities From past to the future. Happy New Year in Advance🎊🎄