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Tomorrow Never Comes Tomorrow Never Comes Through the early morning haze and over the mountain tops the sun sends it’s brilliant rays, reflecting off the autumn leaves of the golden aspen trees. Into the valley far below, the cool morning air flows as the sun seems to grow and grow. Oh’ how lucky were are, a new days has once again dawned our way. An eagle gracefully glides high in the clear, blue morning sky. The handwriting of God is abundant in his mountains so high. Life is so precious, I think I’ll wait until tomorrow to wave goodbye. |
Additional Notes:
This poem was inspired by the beautiful Colorado mountains,
where I once lived for fifteen years.
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