A coal tit flits through winter’s chill,
Its song a thread, so soft, so still.
Amid the frost, beneath the grey,
It finds the strength to greet the day.
The year is new, the past now part,
A fleeting wisp, a changing heart.
With every branch, a chance to climb,
With every note, a brighter time.
Its feathers small, its spirit vast,
A spark of hope where shadows cast.
In every chirp, a tale untold,
Of finding warmth in biting cold.
Oh coal tit, herald of the year,
Your courage whispers, crystal-clear:
The dawn is here, the slate is clean,
A world reborn, fresh and serene.
So may we too, with hearts alight,
Embrace the day, dismiss the night.
Like coal tit wings, our spirits soar—
New year, new start, forever more.
Scruffy Dog Ear Rambles 
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