Tomorrow

Winter infiltrated the open window,
The remnants of an early spring morning,
Time remains, the season's capture.
The past and present
Is all it needs.

Tomorrow, it'll be sunny,
A world lost in thought.
Tomorrow, you will be happy,
For tomorrow has yet to come.

Tomorrow may not be the day after,
The day this poem is read,
Tomorrow starts a new chapter,
One where happiness is bred.

So, when times are low,
And you are alone,
Tomorrow will be a fresh start,
A new life, another spring,
Tomorrow shall be your saviour,
And unto you, happiness bring.