Once upon a time
There was a brand new year
The year woke up
And walked through
A field of thyme
As it walked
Wheat and petals
Grow up around it
And lift it high
Into the air
Up to a low-hanging
Morning moon
The moon greeted
The brand new year
And asked it
What it would like to be
The year
Never having met
Any other year
Only asked
To be one
Of the better years
For those
Who had a hard time
In years past
The moon decided
Now was the time
To settle down to earth
As a human
And the new year
Settled with it
So that they were both
Now standing
On the peak of a wave
That would never crash
The moon warned
The young year
That once
It had been time
Not the kind
The year had walked through
In the field
But the time that ticks
And crawls
And runs
And once
When the moon was time
It was called Father
And when the moon
Was Father Time
He watched
As humans
Checked their watches
And ticked
And crawled
And ran
All over the world
To get to places
They would soon leave
In a hurry
To go to other places
Father Time got so sad
Seeing people
Worry so much about him
And not each other
That he shed the time
From his form
And traveled up
Into the sky
Where he became a moon
And swept himself up
In stars and comets
Every twelve months
The former Father Time
Would watch
As years came and went
All hoping
To be better than the last
And all failing in more ways
Than they succeeded
It was enough
To have the moon wondering
If it should stop recognizing
And introducing itself
To the new years
Why not allow them
To wander endlessly
Never finding anyone
To welcome them
Since it didn’t seem
To make any difference
When it came to annual improvement
“You are the last year
I was going to greet
Before planting myself
Permanently in the heavens”
The brand new year
Was sad to hear
That the moon
Was planning
On giving up
Its greetings
And so it promised
To be a very good year
The best year
With no sadness
Or tragedy
The moon felt ashamed
Standing on the wave
Watching as the new year
Tried so hard
Not to fall into the ocean
Or let the moon down
In any way
It knew that years
Are like people
None are perfect
And some are more bad
Than good
But we’re at our best
When we welcome them anyway
And try our hardest
To see the best
And leave the rest
So the moon promised
The new year
That no matter how it progressed
It would continue
To meet the upcoming years
And embrace them
No matter how they might
Turn out
And so the moon
That was once Father Time
And the brand new year
Began the beginning
Of a new chapter
By going
For a swim
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