Tomorrow’s sunrise will arrive—
beyond all definition
flying north to never-neverland
for truth and our ambitions.
Let’s sing a song of birth my dear
we’ll sing it nice and slow…
so that when morning comes around
there’s splendor in the snow.
And in forever seeing—
our eyes can catch the view
of cotton-tails and fairy tales
all running through and through
The meadows where the big cow feeds
and where the Robin sings—
of cabbages, and goldilocks and
knights all dressed in green—
Tomorrow is nearly here my love
let’s meet it with a kiss—
then forever we will dwell
upon the silvery sea.
Forever is a long-long time
and as the definition swells…
There’s cantaloupes and artichokes
awaiting in our cells.