By Poet Keri
When the sun goes down, and the sky turns gray,
some may think the world is saying good-day.
But really all it's saying is bye-bye,
cause tomorrow the crows can fly!
Tomorrow, the grass with dew will swither and sway,
and the birds and butterflies will chirp and fly away.
Now, tomorrow comes and the sun rises with hope,
and gives me the courage to continue climbing the challenging rope.
Today is a whole new day,
and yesterday is gone and lost like a needle in a bunch of hay.
But that does not mean, it is lost from our minds,
because we will always remember it,
and it will never turn to white and black fading lines.
Flowers bloom, puffy white clouds move,
giving us a beautiful sight to live in, once more.
Tomorrow will never be lost, it stays in our mind.
Today we look forward and not behind.
The world and what happens give me hope,
and it will never fade away like candy smelling soap.
Keri H. September 17,2008
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