promises of tomorow

I walk alone in this field,

The wind weaves through my unkept hair

As I twist grain stocks into a simple crown

It is silent in this field

Interrupted only by itself

As I tread on its sacred ground

I am alive here in this field,

Where there is no one to please but me

And where what I want is right

I embrace the open field

Breathing in deeply,

It’s a treat to smell air so fresh

This is the Promise of tomorrow

As I step back from my sacred field

I can see the brightness of tomorrow

The promises of the wind in the stocks

The promise of freedom

The promise to experience another day

I long to taste this freedom

But for now,

I will hold onto the promise of tomorrow

For it is today, and today

There is trouble beyond my sacred field

I whisper my goodbyes as I return to the reality of today

Holding onto the promises of tomorrow