Hope is the thing with feathers,
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all.

In the darkest storms of life,
Hope remains steadfast and bright,
Its melody a guiding light,
In shadows casting gentle flight.

Through tempests fierce and trials long,
It whispers strength in quiet song,
Defying winds that howl and claw,
A beacon that the heart can draw.

Hope asks for nothing in return,
A gift that in our hearts will burn,
In every heart its wings unfurl,
A timeless grace in a changing world.