A Cup Of Tea

Looking up at the clouds made of dreams,

Building vast castles out of them sunbeams,

Summer's light fades fast,

But so does winter's frost.

There is always something waiting,

Though good or bad one cannot say,

So sit tight and pull through today,

For tomorrow might bring a better day.

The horizon comes closer with each step taken,

The marks of yesterday fade away into memories forsaken,

A hope of life builds up inside,

A cup of tea is what waits on the other side.