Promise me skies that never turn to grey
And only clouds the purest shade of white,
Drifting along like the passing of day
Into the peace of the star-speckled night.
Promise me a stream in the grassy dell
And by its bank a garden full in bloom—
Orange flowers where the butterflies dwell,
Dancing in the air—their own grand ballroom.
Promise me a vast, never-ending sea
And a golden shore that stretches for miles—
The call of the gulls as they’re flying free
Above the ocean and its string of isles.
Promise me a land left untouched by time,
Where every mountaintop is crowned with snow,
And if we’re strong enough to make the climb,
The sunset will provide us with a show.
Promise me, for the promises you make
Have never once proven themselves to break.