Tomorrow's A Flower Poem by Heather Z. Hanna

Tired. Need rest.
Life looks bleak.
It's not best
When trying to think,
When trying to make sense.
When too tired
It's a test.

Tommorow will be better.
The morning will find hope.
Tonight is done.
So sleep to find a new way
To see the world
That looks so bleak.

When time is long over,
For rest is needed
To restore the weary body and soul.

Tomorrow's a flower
Opening
To face the sun
And glory in it's power.