• The sun sets into its dreary sleep,
    The day has turned into night,
    The moon has come out to watch
    All those who are sleeping,
    As the moon comes so do thoughts,
    Not thoughts of today or the day before,
    But of tomorrow and the next,
    I think of the weathers disposition
    If it will rain, snow, or shine,
    I think what kind of day it is a school day,
    Holiday, or weekend, all and all
    Only one thought remains,
    That tomorrow will be a better day.