Here Today, Gone Tomorrow

When the leaves grow, we know they've fallen before. When the paces in the sand wash away from the tide, a little part of us is swept away. We arise to think of yesterday as a dream and tomorrow only as a vision. Those days of forlorn, those days of jubilation only to be lived once like a stone skips across the lake. Yet, rest assured, there was always a ways to feel better and there is always another day to remember. Today is but a thought of another sometime later, a day that will always be wating for tomorrow.