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Wednesday, December 19, 2012

If tomorrow does not come

the Oak tree stands proud, regal and strong today
if tomorrow does not come

cardinals and bluejays flutter and fly today
if tomorrow provides them no more space

hear wind rustling the leaves today
if tomorrow it stands still, at rest

white cottons aloof in an azure canvas
if they cannot hover tin their sky omorrow

flora’s fingers and arms praise the sun,
stomas smile upward today maybe not tomorrow

I sing my song and hold your hand
from my heart I share my Love
but maybe from my soul tomorrow

If tomorrow never comes