HOPE POEM

Hope is a feather fallen from wings

Standing tall as one voice sings

Rising against the heavy storms we each face

Keeping the faith in your hearts good grace

Ready to challenge the unjust ways

Brave against them and those each coming day

Hope is but a gentle whispering

A star in the night sky that is always glistening

Hope is the crack of dawn through the darkest of hours

Thousands of seeds planted blooming in flowers

Hope is the deep rooted trees standing so strong and tall

Hope belongs to all those who are fighting the fool

Its that inner spark that purges the soul

Ignites us when this world is taking its toll

Hope is where the crownless become king of kings

Where a flightless bird regains his wings