Hope

The morning light settles atop the creek, making it shimmer like a dragon’s hoard of emeralds.

The trees hold so many untold stories just waiting to be shared.

The forest ripples with undiscovered life all around me, waiting to be found.

Trees sway gently in the caressing breeze, causing a stunning background.

Leaves gently float down to the earth, while the sun blazes down as warm as a homely hearth.

Shadows creep across the clearing, making chilling shapes in the dark

Trees bend in the afternoon wind, moss collecting on their bark.

I didn’t realise how big this world was, I was just taking a stab in the dark.

But In the darkness, there’s hope, just a little spark.

I sit in the darkness alone with my thoughts, and wonder what is hope?

 Hope is the hum that the robins sing, the shimmering light of a diamond ring.

Hope is the sweet honey of a bumblebee, it’s a warm comforting cup of piping hot tea.

Hope is what makes you and me.