Tomorrow

I went searching for the sunshine; I could not take the winter cold. The silver moon deceived my vision; the sun became my only gold. Nothing changes in the tropics; every season is the same. I went quite crazy in the moonlight; and the heat can take the blame. I still recall a shaded valley, where seasons come and seasons go. And I still miss the gold of autumn, the silver spring and summer's glow. I roamed so far to find the treasure, it seems it's everywhere I go. It was here in tropic sunshine; it was there in winter's snow. Every vision fades with sunset; still we endure the trial of years. The sun will rise again tomorrow, then I'll forget defeat and tears.