Creating that feeling,
The winds bring in spring.
I'm not sure I'm ready,
For a new year again.
Heir to the seasons,
Will be 2017.
It's new crisp winds,
It's crazy humans on the scene.
Grasping onto this do feel horrible,
I will not miss this year.
For I fear the next,
but know I do not choose.
So open my arms,
And close my soul.
Oh next year bring hell,
Your dowry with witch you proposed.