The Colors Of Celebration

It’s that time of the year again.

Everyone gets a little lazy and somewhat crazy.

The lights they mirror what we feel.

They are bright just like our dreams.

Dreams that seem a little real,

far seems a little close, love feels a little a new, and colors,

these colors seem to play around like dancing to the tune of a flute.

I go down the memory lane,

I can’t think of a time I wasn’t happy.

Everything seems fair, and I say I am lucky.

I don’t take things for granted

but this once I make an exception.

I know however bad things get,

these lights would find me and the colors of celebration guide me.

It’s something about this time of the year,

it’s something about the way I feel.

I don’t know what makes my world brighter,

these lights or all these colors around me?