The Future of Our World

We've come to this day, a day once named tomorrow by humble beginnings.

We have come to this day, a day we so eagerly wanted to see.

This is the future, where all our dreams have been long stored.

It is the day we designed with forevers and grand wishes.

Tomorrow has come now, revealing its face. 

We shall meet it with courage and assertion, or we shall greet it quite shyly. 

We shall meet it none the less, and we shall meet it all at once. 

Not all will agree this happens for all . . . at once, 

For some continents live in much darker times than others. 

Per the wisdom of tall history notes: the beauty of our dreams and how far we see, 

A little constancy and some audacity--in making dreams a reality,  

Are all prime prerequisites for a world transformed.

All that surrounds me tells me I'm in for a contagious ride; 

That I am alive in a time of marvelous things.

I am awake to the brilliance of humanity. 

When I look in the mirror I see one of many several humans. 

One, indeed, with great nobility; and I discover there is a world just like me. 

The artists will sketch, the writers will scribe, and the traders trade, 

Visions of a noble cause-- that is this our humanity.

Honored to be alive, we will say of tomorrow that only the holiest of dreams shall thrive. 

We must redesign each and every life to meet tomorrow just on time, 

To break into war cry against the old and inadequate. 

We are kings, noble queens . . . and true to an eternal excellence

That lies in our bloodstreams.

This is the future, it does not plead. 

Tomorrow demands you take pride in your stately excellence. 

Go forth, bloom, prosper; and tell tales of marvelous things.