What is new and what is old,
A path unknown or a path we chose?
The same gulley with desires anew,
A ray of hope, or just a passage through?
An ode to life, to have joy exhumed,
Amidst old, witness an audacious bloom.
Desultory steps bow to fervent spirits;
As the mind lifts with nature's sonnets,
And the heart fills with that joyous feeling,
Of old steps and new beginnings.
Medium Used: Acrylic on Canvas