Tomorrow!

Nothing in the caterpillar,

To fly as a beautiful butterfly;

Nothing in the clay,

To be used as a pot;

Nothing in the mirror,

That is going to reflect;

Nothing in the flower,

That would transform into a gigantic pumpkin;

No evidence in the sky,

That the sun will rise tomorrow;

Everything has a time,

And would blossom like a divine blessing;

Make use of the prime,

That appears once in a lifetime.