Hope is the gentle whisper of dawn,
A promise woven in golden threads,
Through the night’s tender embrace,
It sings of dreams yet to be born.
In shadows deep where fears reside,
Hope flickers like a distant star,
Guiding weary hearts to shores unseen,
Painting skies with hues of desire.
Beneath the weight of silent tears,
Hope blooms in the cracks of despair,
A resilient flower, defying the storm,
Breathing life into the barren air.
As twilight yields to the morning’s glow,
Hope rises with the sun’s first kiss,
Unfolding wings of endless possibility,
A journey of light, a promise of bliss.