Poem: Hope
Hope is quite
like a butterfly wing,
Or wild flowers playing a silent symphony,
in the calm wind.
Hope feeds our souls.
It is as gentle as a dew drop.
It makes me strong, brave, and proud;
It makes me never stop.
Hope is humble
like a mustard seed,
it moves mountains with its tiny might,
a courageous deed.
Hope is a whisper
Yet I can still hear it loud and clear.
I just listen with my heart and know,
God’s love is near.