(It's this kind of month, and that's okay, it's February)
Look at the clemson sun setting against the steadying purple sky
It's Fading
Look at the cumulus clouds gathering, huddling as the cool of the night expands
It's Fading
Look at the stars gently saying hello against an ocean in the sky of colors and whispering winds
It's Fading.
Enjoy it children, for soon
It will be gone.
Look at the children laughing
It's fading.
Look at the grandmother napping
It's fading.
Look at the father, smelling his child's head
It's fading.
And soon, it will be gone.
Look at the hope of a better tomorrow
It's fading
Look at the joy that comes from sorrow
It's fading
Look at the mother who wipes her child's tears away
It's fading, and soon it will be gone.
Look at the counselor defining dreams
It's fading
Look at the employer providing means
It's fading
Look at the children themselves making their children's beds.
It's fading. Soon it will be gone.
Look at our freedom
It's fading
Look at our deliverance
It's fading
Stop looking for tomorrow when you're living in today
Today is fading
It's fading, children
And soon, even tomorrow, will be gone.