In shadows deep, where darkness weaves,
Hope emerges, like golden leaves.
Through trials faced and dreams deferred,
A beacon bright, in hearts unheard.

In whispers soft, a resilient song,
Hope persists, and carries along.
A sunrise after the darkest night,
Guiding us with its gentle light.

Through stormy seas and tempest's rage,
Hope anchors us, a steady stage.
It paints the future with hues so vast,
A tapestry woven, present to past.

When doubts arise, like thunder's roar,
Hope whispers, "You can endure."
It blooms in hearts that dare to dream,
A constant flow in life's grand scheme.

So, let hope be your steadfast guide,
In every ebb and every tide.
For in its embrace, we find our way,
A promise of a brighter day

@Writco
© Muheyman