Tomorrow's Won Poem by Ernestine Northover

Rooftops all glowing rosy in the sun,
Beyond them can be found the sparkling sea.
The day ahead has only just begun,
And dawn is lighting up the scenery.

Birds sing merrily in whispering trees,
A lovely sound to welcome in the day.
And as the hours pass slowly by degrees,
The time spent is not wasted in any way.

For everything is there for us to view,
Each a beautiful object in itself.
Ideas by their creator, which then grew,
Not left to sit dust-covered on a shelf.

Buildings, landscapes, people and so much more,
There to be observed, right within our sight,
Plenty for all who wish to thus explore,
Our earth during the moments of daylight.

Rooftops silhouetted against the sky,
Now that night has come and darkness descends.
The sound of waves, crashing somewhere nearby,
And all that charming feathered warbling ends.

Peaceful is the inky world at eventide,
When all the creatures seem to hide away.
Except a few who venture starry eyed,
To reconnoitre, searching for their prey.

Rooftops are glowing rosy in the sun,
Tomorrow’s won.


© Ernestine Northover