The coming year shall not destroy
The remnants of to-be,
Cause last one crumbled my whole life
Into "OK?" - "Not me".
It merely started, but, alas,
Nobody rescued it.
I dreamed of summing this year up
In February, indeed.
To cross. To leave. To fade away.
To burn the hateful days.
Oh, I'm so grateful to you,
Who walked across my ways!
You brought me spring!
You saved my life from winter's cruel grasp!
With you, I'm singing all day long,
I bloom! I am beloved!
So, now I'm like a falling leaf,
Prepared to lay low.
I will survive another cold,
When I'm with you I'm home