In the silence of a stormy night,
When shadows dance with fleeting light,
A whisper tells of dreams untold,
A story written in the folds.

The dawn breaks with a golden hue,
Promising skies of endless blue,
Each ray a symbol, pure and bright,
Of hope that fills the darkest night.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
With every tear and every sigh,
Hope blooms like flowers in the spring,
A song of life that hearts will sing.

So hold it close, this precious gift,
In moments when your spirits lift,
For hope is there, a guiding star,
A beacon shining from afar.