By Julie

When the sky begins to darken
And the stars begin to sway
I like to sit and think about
What will happen the next day.
Memories of anger, sadness,
Or hurting, it might include,
A dark and grumpy ring to it
Or a sticking sour mood.
But then again, it could so bring
A striking sense of joy
A trace of swelling happiness
A day you will enjoy.
It could be a mysterious day
Or relaxing, nevertheless,
Or equally exciting
Or one full of peacefulness.
As the sun begins to lower
And the owl begins to sing
I like to stop and wonder this:
What will tomorrow bring?