Hope

Dancing through the breeze
Twirling, twisting, flying, falling.
Flashes of orange, a splash of brown
Following the wind. It's singing, calling.
Like a bubble, it floats
From the ground where it left.
It dodges the dangers,
That bring about death.
And from the clouds,
It starts descending to land
But perhaps, just maybe
It will land in the hands
Of a life, who clings on,
Struggling to cope.
Searching for something,
Something like hope.