As Tomorrow Comes…
A carpet of grey skies,
Glum and moodiness meet my eyes,
The birds seem saddened,
The flowers droop as if burdened,
The garden is enveloped in sorrow,
But yet tomorrow,
I see the skies turning blue,
The leaves shining with misty dew,
Flowers bloom with colors of exuberance,
Listening to the birds singing in turns,
A tomorrow that I see,
In that day I see me,
Wishing that it would arrive sooner,
Every second I glance at the clock in the corner,
Ticking away for my tomorrow,
A day where my heart will glow,
For angels coming knocking,
And the boughs on the trees start rocking,
Gently to the sway of the wind,
As a story of beauty is to begin,
Tomorrow comes,
Sweet cherry blossom plums,
Tomorrow is here,
Angel is near….
