Akemashite Omedetō-Reiwa 6
Time marches on—sun comes up again.
Turning of the leaves—chilly winter breeze.
What it means to be alive—sublime, profound, thrive.
No one knows—what the future holds.
There is always a tale—as yet to be told.
This is the time—every day of each New Year
To place some markers—say you are here.
Take a place under the sun—inevitably become ΩNE.
Accept you are chosen too—a true story about you.
Seems abstract and surreal?—we know exactly how you feel.
Hold everything tightly—then let it all go.
This year absent of fear—embedded within an infinite flow.