Hope is a dove that
soars high above the sky
Tickling fluffy clouds
By extending it's wing.
Hope is when after
A storm the
thunder has ceased
To be no more.
Hope is when the clouds
begin to part and the sun
begins to shine as the
rainbow arcs overhead.
Hope is pure white
Like fresh bed sheets
Or spotless paper
Hope is life.
Hope is the person
That can also give a
Smile, to those who
are in need of it.
Hope is the person
Who gives that helping
Hand to pick you up
when you're falling.
Hope is the kind word
Whispered in your
Ear when you're
Struggling to cope.
Hope is when you know
You can beat those negative
thoughts encircling your mind
And say "No" to all the bad things
Hope is when you
stand at the mountain
And say "Yes".
I can do it.
