In quiet corners of the heart it dwells,
A tender whisper, soft as morning dew.
Hope, the eternal songbird, gently swells,
In every soul, its verses ring anew.

Through darkest nights, its melody remains,
A beacon bright against the shadowed skies.
In whispered dreams and softly falling rains,
It lifts the weary with unseen ties.

Feathers of strength in fragile form it bears,
A quiet force that never seeks to boast.
In silence, through the storm, it gently dares,
With every breath, it fills the empty most.

Oh, Emily, your words with grace unfold,
A timeless echo in the hearts of all.
Hope sings within, its warmth a gentle hold,
A guiding light that answers every call.