Tomorrow
Today I had a vision
of fields of white snow
consuming my feet
wherever they may go
The trees had ice upon them
Thick branches like strands of lace
Crowning my head
Shading the sun from my face
The clouds hung in the sky
Like knitted cotton balls
Chilling the air
And all my stress falls
Away my worries wash
Like leaves down a stream
In my perfect my little world
A simple little dream
A little safe place
Free of worries and sorrows
It may not be my today,
But maybe it’ll be my tomorrow.