hello, august

would tomorrow still be the same as today?
where all is merry,
and as gray as can be.
or would the wind play a different symphony,
a melodious wave in the oceans.
and if tomorrow was all we had,
would today be a little different than how it seems?
given seconds, days, years,
we'd still be strolling down those same,
vibrant, yellowish-green meadows,
as it'd bring a merry to the heart.
a silent melody that only we know.