SURMISE

Surmise, the guess that we make, with a mind so astute,

A thought that's born, of the evidence that we compute.

It's a sense, that we have, of a truth that's yet untold,

And a feeling, that's there, of a mystery that's old.

Surmise, the idea that we form, with a heart so wise,

A notion that's there, of a future that's disguise.

It's a hunch, that we hold, of a path that we must take,

And a vision, that's clear, of a future that's at stake.

Surmise, the dream that we chase, with a spirit so high,

A wish that we make, of a world that's born to fly.

It's a hope, that we have, of a life that's yet to come,

And a future, that's bright, of a world that's forever young.

So let's embrace, the power of surmise,

And let it guide us, to a world that's wise.

For in this thought, we find a clue,

To a life that's full of joy, and always true.