Along the Irish shores

Sits a field of sheep

Easily taking in the day

And the night

Alright to see the sun

Or the rain

With the sky falls

The fog of a cold mist

Upon the tips of grass

Shooting from the ground

So as to remind the world

That life is changing

All around

Build up a

Life

On the springs

Of an Irish stream

Build to the heavens

Higher than the clouds

So set your eyes on those

Hopes

And know that

In time

All goes

To the sky above the land

What addition

Is made

From the space

Created

When restarts

Start

The time and feelings

That come with the addition

Of renewal

And hope

Forget

What is gone

What is done

For tomorrow will bring

A new light

Of what hope

Has

Begun

Until the moment

That we realize

That we don’t have

What we want

We float

Taking anything

We can get

Not to see

What was

Capable to be

Shots welcome

In the new year

With hopes

Of something

Less forgettable