Hope

Hope is a wonderful emotion and one of the greatest to ever be. I would talk about it in a poetic form:

Hope is like a dreamer’s lyre and songs
It’s an elixir that softens the weary soul
Darkness and light, uncertainty and hope
While some search through the thick mist
No one knows what waits on the other side
But hope is the smell of wet clay after drought,
It’s laughter from an expectant mother,
It’s the smell of roses on a parched country road,
The incessant calls of the elusive crickets,
Hope is the joyful sunset moment shared by lovers,
And happy yawns from the shepherd and his flock,
It’s the sound of waterfalls for the wild animals
And love reciprocated every day, every time,
When hope looks up, the sun always shines