Hope a blooming light

In the darkest of hours, when shadows dance

 There blossoms a light, a fine glance

 It whispers softly through the night,

 A beacon robust, pure and bright.

Hope indeed, a gentle feather on the wind

 Carries imaginations where despair rescinds.

 It sings a tune of endless grace,

 Embracing hearts with its warm embrace.

With each new dawn, it spreads its wings, 

Growing possibilities that the future brings

. It torches the spirit, powers the flame

, And sets aflame a world untamed.

In the face of trouble, it whispers, "Try,"

Hope indeed A guiding star in a cloudy sky. 

It heals the broken, cures the scars, 

And revives the fallen stars.

It dances with resilience hand in hand

 Changing deserts into fertile land.

It fixes what's shattered, builds anew, 

Creating miracles for me and you.

When darkness threatens to destroy the soul,

 Hope flashes a fire, making us whole.

 It fuels am ambition, nurtures dreams

, And carries us on its divine streams.