A fluttering dance, a sight to see, The Common Mormon, wild and free.
In gardens lush with nature's grace,
Where vibrant blooms their hues embrace,
A fluttering dance, a sight to see,
The Common Mormon, wild and free.
With wings adorned in patterns bold,
A tale of metamorphosis told,
From caterpillar, humble and small,
To winged beauty, proud and tall.
In shades of green, a splendid cloak,
Nature's artistry bespoke,
A journey through the floral maze,
In sunlit, warm and golden days.
Upon the breeze, they gracefully glide,
In valleys low and mountainside,
Their flight, a dance, a fleeting chance,
To glimpse their charm, to steal a glance.
Among the blossoms, they alight,
Sipping nectar pure and bright,
A ballet with the blooms they share,
In the fragrant, perfumed air.
Oh, Common Mormon, in wings of grace,
An emblem of life's transient trace,
Your presence whispers tales untold,
In gardens where your stories unfold
In the tapestry of time, a new year unfurls,
A canvas of hope, where joy gently swirls.
Amidst the fireworks that light up the night,
A celebration of friendship, pure and bright.
As the clock strikes twelve, and echoes resound,
Friends gather 'round, their laughter unbound.
In the warmth of embraces, old and true,
A promise of friendship, tried and blue.
Through the chapters of life, side by side,
In the laughter and tears, we'll confide.
For in the tapestry of days and years,
Friendship's melody serenades our fears.
With resolutions made, hopes in our eyes,
We march hand in hand, beneath starry skies.
Each dream we chase, a shared endeavor,
United we stand, friends forever.
New adventures beckon, on this journey we tread,
With the compass of friendship, no path we'll dread.
Through highs and lows, through joy and strife,
Together we'll dance, through the rhythm of life.
Auld Lang Syne echoes in the air,
A chorus of friendship, beyond compare.
In the tapestry of time, woven so fine,
Happy New Year, dear friends of mine!
A fluttering dance, a sight to see, The Common Mormon, wild and free.
In gardens lush with nature's grace,
Where vibrant blooms their hues embrace,
A fluttering dance, a sight to see,
The Common Mormon, wild and free.
With wings adorned in patterns bold,
A tale of metamorphosis told,
From caterpillar, humble and small,
To winged beauty, proud and tall.
In shades of green, a splendid cloak,
Nature's artistry bespoke,
A journey through the floral maze,
In sunlit, warm and golden days.
Upon the breeze, they gracefully glide,
In valleys low and mountainside,
Their flight, a dance, a fleeting chance,
To glimpse their charm, to steal a glance.
Among the blossoms, they alight,
Sipping nectar pure and bright,
A ballet with the blooms they share,
In the fragrant, perfumed air.
Oh, Common Mormon, in wings of grace,
An emblem of life's transient trace,
Your presence whispers tales untold,
In gardens where your stories unfold
In the tapestry of time, a new year unfurls,
A canvas of hope, where joy gently swirls.
Amidst the fireworks that light up the night,
A celebration of friendship, pure and bright.
As the clock strikes twelve, and echoes resound,
Friends gather 'round, their laughter unbound.
In the warmth of embraces, old and true,
A promise of friendship, tried and blue.
Through the chapters of life, side by side,
In the laughter and tears, we'll confide.
For in the tapestry of days and years,
Friendship's melody serenades our fears.
With resolutions made, hopes in our eyes,
We march hand in hand, beneath starry skies.
Each dream we chase, a shared endeavor,
United we stand, friends forever.
New adventures beckon, on this journey we tread,
With the compass of friendship, no path we'll dread.
Through highs and lows, through joy and strife,
Together we'll dance, through the rhythm of life.
Auld Lang Syne echoes in the air,
A chorus of friendship, beyond compare.
In the tapestry of time, woven so fine,
Happy New Year, dear friends of mine!