We have found ourselves
in a new season
where leaves have changed
for a deeper vision.
Where the cold
reminds us the importance
of warmth found in our cultural dialect
bringing pride to yet another year
indulging in who we truly are
without room for a single regret.
Another year in the book
signifies another sheet of history,
an evolution towards the heights
of whom our ancestors ought to be.
Which in reality,
became part of our responsibility.
A new season reminds us
that permanency is but an illusion and growth is a consistency.
And so may we grow to plant integrity
by watering our motherland daily.
May we seed abundance
regardless of where immigration
captivated us to settle.
May we remember our roots
and pour these honourably.