Sunday, 22 June 2014


Hope blesses the eager drops of the river
With the boon that they'll meet the sea
And motivates the caged bird to live
So that one day he'll be free.

Hope gets the empty, naked Tree
To stand the cold winds of winter
Hope gets the Sun to set at night
So He could rise again even brighter.

Hope steers the soul of the impoverished man
From childhood through youth to the waning age
Hope inspires the most troubled of poets
To start anew on a brand new page.

With Hope the salmon fights the river
To see her young ones grow
While teaching us all along
To never let Hope run low.

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