In the quiet of the morning light,
Hope perches softly on the soul,
It sings a tune, both pure and bright,
A melody that makes us whole.

When shadows fall, and days are dim,
Hope lingers like a faithful friend,
It whispers softly, ‘Do not fear,’
Until the darkness meets its end.

Through trials faced and battles fought,
Hope stands firm, an anchor sure,
It weaves a thread through every thought,
A gift that helps us to endure.

And though unseen, it still remains,
A silent song, a timeless echo,
In hearts it lives, through joys and pains,
A light that always seems to glow.