Tomorrow is no promise.

The hours rush like rivers fast,
And moments that appear to last
Are sudden shifts of light and shade,
A fragile tapestry we've made.
So lift your gaze from tasks untold,
And count the treasures that you hold.

The souls who stand within your sun,
Whose silent loyalty is won
By time and truth and quiet grace—
Give them the honor of their place.
Don’t let appreciation wait,
Don’t seal the words behind the gate.

For time is not a guaranteed loan,
And seeds of sorrow may be sown
When tender sentiments are kept,
For fears or duties that are swept
Into the corner of the mind,
Leaving the gentle touch behind.

Tomorrow is a hazy shore,
A whisper breathed, and nothing more.
The safety that we think we claim
Can vanish like a candle flame.
So let your thanks be clear and deep,
A harvest that your heart can keep.

Look in their eyes and let them see
The weight of what they are to thee.
For in this now, this fading light,
We find the beauty of the might
Of human love, while it is near;
Hold it and praise it—hold it here.