Tomorrow

Underneath the ethereal clouds one night,
A starry-eyed Spirit reflected upon the moonlight,
That luminated man’s never-ending quest,
The cause of their persistent state of unrest. 
The Spirit peered down into this temporal sphere - home to mortality,
Inhabited solely by chaos in the absence of tranquility,
Men - sweating, toiling, overworking, exhausting themselves day in and day out,
Burning the midnight oil till they themselves burnt out. 

The Spirit inquired, “What is the purpose of such Sisyphean labour,
The reason men become slaves to their ambitions and desire?”
In pondering for hours on end this conundrum, 
An answer emerged, as striking as the rays of the rising sun, 
At once, with a profound serenity that could not be compared,
In divine voice, the Spirit declared,
“As the sun fades into the horizon every night,
The promise of a new dawn grows bright,
For Tomorrow possesses an amaranthine hope,
Like the morning clouds permeated with sunlight’s warm saffron glow,
For Tomorrow stokes man’s heart to soar far beyond his reach,
To achieve this ever-eluding notion of soulful peace, 
For Tomorrow holds mankind’s dreams.”