My dreams of tomorrow

I think of skies
Clear blue skies
On a breezy spring morning
And of colours
And butterflies.
The woods that hold
A stream in its heart
And winding pathways
From end to start.

I ask myself the same thing-
My lord, will I ever see
Such a day before me
When my memory holds
The chirping of a sparrow
And I see sunshine tomorrow.

I think of clouds
Grey and white
On a rainy afternoon
And of rainbows
In all its might.
The pigeons that cuddle
Under my roof
And sprouting mushrooms
On the grass aloof.

I ask myself the same thing-
My lord, will I ever see
Such a day before me
When the droplets make
A wonderful sound
And a musty aroma
Fills the ground

I think of stars
In various patterns
On a moonlit summer night
And a campfire
Oh! How it burns.
The tree that has
A swing on its branch
And the children playing
Together in a ranch.

I ask myself the same thing-
My lord, will I ever see
Such a day before me
When laughter and music
Fills the air
And we really do
Have time to spare!

The reality is harsh lord
Concrete buildings and roads
Glass monitors and walls
Plastic banners and boards
It so saddens my heart
Fills my life with self- pity
Lord please tell me
There’s a place outside this city
Where instead of smoke
There is a fog
And there’s a jungle
Instead of a log.

My days are passing
And I dream every night
That the next morning
The world will be set right.