Gift of Tomorrow

Your hope to fly might fade away in the envelope of darkness,

Your dream to climb up the mountain might look dry as the river without water,

But when you realise the ‘Now’ turning away from you,

You see the ‘Now’ floating away to ‘Yesterday’ in a flow;

Bringing back your hope & dream for another ‘Now’,

With another rejoiceful gift of time,

Shall we call it the Gift of ‘Tomorrow’?