Thinking of tomorrow

When aI think of tomorrow, aI think of to be.
Not be damned, though a being by which one is free
as what is always passes, as wind in the air,
and enough is a matter of just being fair.

We have come to conclusion, and by that the earth
once again is a joy and a matter of worth.
And when seeing each other, we will carry on
as the wind carries on from what which once was done.