From Yesterday to Tomorrow

Fresh air thickens and tightens and twists

Particles of smog dart through their midst.

Whenever I look into the air, all I can see is despair

Looking up into the night sky, straight above, the stars do cry

The sun looks down with dismay, at what once was yesterday

Now, looking into the morrow, without seeing all but sorrow.

As I look into tomorrow, a shining star twinkles

The final star brings hope and protection,

A mighty wish of salvation.

That final star, the brightest spark

A place of future, of health, of continuation

A place where air is fresh and clean for all to breathe, and where the sun does not scream

A place called now, where time is tipping,

Where survival and fate is a matter of thinking.