ALSphere Foundation
Hope, Emily says, is the thing with feathers
How true! If not for hope would there be life!?
At every turn the Earth takes, at every twist
The fate makes, we sit tight and pray with might
For everything to turn out right
Over every dark cloud, a silver lining draws
Over darkened shadows, a flicker of hope
Over war zones, the birds do travel
Seeking new pastures over sea and land
Behind the heated debate, a kiss unfolds
Over the dusty quarries, a sapling grows
The arm with amulet, a finger with precious stone
A lamp and incense to the favourite deity
A book with “Om” and a fortune card betwixt leaves
Hope unfolds in manifold incarnations
It is like the aurora borealis on a December night
That leaves us magical and mysterious to its working
Hope is an echo that resounds to spur us up
To awake, arise and ascend new heights.
