In quiet corners of the heart,
Hope, a little bird, takes flight,
Whispering songs that never part,
From shadows, it brings light.

Perched upon the soul’s gentle tree,
Its melody so soft and true,
A tune of endless possibility,
In every dawn, it renews.

Through storm and silence, it remains,
An everlasting, gentle guide,
In the darkest nights, it sustains,
A beacon that never hides.

Emily’s words, a timeless grace,
Capture hope in its purest form,
In every verse, a sacred space,
Where the spirit finds its warm.