Hope

Hope is a newborn babies cry

To heal, to renew, to grow

To rebuild, to move on, to rise again

Hope is stretching arms wide,

so the orphan gosling might learn

'this is how you fly'

Sometimes it feels out of reach, but

so are the stars in the sky.

Hope may seem distant,

but it will always reappear

Hope is buying ice cream for the freezer

before the first dandelion has shown its face,

endless possibilities ahead

‘True faith is not optimism, but defiant hope.’

Hope is spring’s ambition

I hope that's true.

Hope doesn't always

start where we stopped.

It begins

before we reached the end.

Hope is the journey from red to blue.