Fireworks blooming on a beautiful screen
Into fresh beginnings, people lean
While the calendar is still clean
There, January slowly colors it green

A turtle
from a former season in this jungle,
hoping to find more laughter

From the beautiful smile she always had to design,
she wished the world would feel less unkind

January held the days at the start of her ways
Her little hand too tiny for where the world lays
So she raised them to the sky; she prays
And, this is how she begins to hold the world these days