The wild beauty is coming in clear new br With ravines winter's territory br The aflame of frosty fires to see br Majesty of coldness that comes through br The moment's going to a year that is gone br Devoured with many of its walking life br Railways to forgetfulness pathways done br From its childhood to the old did it strife br br Happy year I say to those who answer br A new is born soon to give more ages br Weight upon its fresh on coming bearing br To be in colors of each tidings wear br That growth and aspiring to each wages br With many of its old ways and flaringbr br Peter S.