Tomorrow's Promise

Toward fantastic destinations we depart.
Goldenrod sunflowers. Wheat’s silky blade.

Citizens blaze a new trial, forge a fresh start.
At evening, they rest under Oak’s shade.

In devotion of hands, heart, a new plan they chart.
They return to the land, pick up a spade.

They fortify their armor in each rampart,
Standard operating procedure they obeyed.

Stay determined not to upset the applecart.
Appreciate just why you prayed.

Tomorrow’s promise exists deep in one’s heart.
Skyrockets’ grandeur displayed!