Tomorrow

Running from a fox,
through meadow's ache,
and somber rain.
But to awake in gentle light,
from a window sill,
with the colors of a nearby kite.

Rolling out of bed again,
down the cobblestone streets,
around the bend.
With sweethearts near,
and beloved friends,
another day was breathing in.

And so to the park and the meadow of flowers,
not a drop of rain,
clouds fluffy for hours.
Playing and running,
but there was the fox.
Watching and waiting,
laying down near the rocks.

But a cold glass of lemonade washed away fear,
there could not be danger with loved ones near.
So everyone played and everyone danced,
the fox lured away by a tale of romance.