A New Month Dawns Poem by Quinn Talen

Hello to days all fresh and new,
A canvas brushed in morning dew.
The past now sleeps in quiet grace,
The future shines upon your face.

New chances rise with every sun,
New battles lost, new victories won.
A time to dream, to start, to try—
To let your heart and spirit fly.

So walk in light, let joy be loud,
Stand bold, be kind, be deeply proud.
This month is yours—go make it true,
The world awaits the best of you.

— Chrollo Vladimir