When the twilight whispers softly,
And the stars begin to gleam,
I dream of what tomorrow holds,
In the canvas of my dreams.

The sun shall rise with golden hues,
Painting skies with light anew,
Each dawn a chance, a gift to seize,
In the morning’s fresh debut.

Tomorrow sings a hopeful song,
Of untold paths and roads ahead,
A melody of endless hope,
Where fears and doubts are shed.

So as the night embraces me,
I find solace in this thought,
That tomorrow brings a promise,
Of a world with dreams unsought.