In the quiet of the night, where shadows softly creep,
There lies a tiny creature, in dreams it dares to leap.
With feathers light and airy, it sings a song so sweet,
A melody of comfort, in every heart, it beats.

Through storms and raging tempests, its voice remains so clear,
It whispers gentle courage, dispelling every fear.
No gale can ever silence, the hope that it conveys,
In every darkest moment, its light forever stays.

It perches on the frailest, the hearts that often break,
And lends them wings of fortitude, for every step they take.
Through trials and tribulations, it never flies away,
This hope, this little bird, within our souls will stay.

So heed its quiet presence, in every breath you take,
And let its song remind you, of dreams that never break.
For hope is just a feather, that flutters in the breeze,
A gift from Emily Dickinson, to bring our hearts at ease.