The year flips its page, and we wake with the rise of the sun
Lungs full of cold bright morning, under open skies we run
Later our hands in a circle, our laughter loose in the air
We eat while windows blush; watch the day lay down
If this is an omen, let the months fill with more fun
We pass warm bowls and stories in a home we share
Cards slap, dice tumble, our joy made sturdy with care
We dress for the lights and noise, and roam the town
Saying what we mean, tender, steady, reaching for more
And we listen all the way through, like we’re really there
In the evenings we wander, in a quiet we’ve always known
Moonlight on the sidewalks making the ordinary our own
We begin again tomorrow, just like we’ve begun before
Honest, direct, and kind; keeping our promises true
And each day after day reaping what we’ve sown.