A Silver Lining

The light at the end of a dark tunnel,
The water that fills an empty puddle,
The love that opens a closed heart,
The one thing which I will never part.

A cool breeze in the afternoon,
The sun rising in the morning,
A glowing full moon in the sky,
And a floating cloud.

His eyes are made of plastic,
His stuffing is getting old,
But just like the glistening stars,
His presence will always,
bring me hope.