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

Through stormy winds and darkest nights,
Its melody persists,
A beacon in the shadows cast,
By life’s relentless twists.

In times of doubt and weary days,
Its voice remains a guide,
A gentle whisper in the heart,
Where fleeting fears reside.

Emily’s words, a timeless gift,
To souls both young and old,
Remind us all that hope endures,
A treasure to behold.