To be new

The sun’s crown lifts to be reborn anew,
Disappearing into the darkness, it bids adieu.
Buds on minor branches pull with all their might,
Transforming into a new face, a sight so bright.

A little squirrel fights with the branches,
Finding a mysterious test, it takes chances.
Leaves on the ground create a tornado to soar,
Flying out of space, it seeks to explore.

An alone boat floats away with the tide,
Seeking a new passenger to be its guide.
Lost in the mystery of the vast ocean,
It journeys forth with unbridled emotion.

Horses in the wild run with all their might,
Seeking the test of freedom, their hearts take flight.
They reach a place that’s different from before,
Existing to be lost and found, they become precious and more.

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