by Timothy Jung (6th)

Hope

Is very beautiful

In the way that it lifts the heart.

No other thing has the

Strength to lift an object such as

The heart.

 

Hope

Is like saying goodbye

To the sun, but greeting

The face of the moon. Like

Snow, it falls down onto you, and

You let it.

 

Hope

Is springtime, summer,

Autumn, and winter.

The blooming flowers,

The dying leaves, and everything

In between.

 

Hope

Is an option, to find the

Little things, the joy in being joyful.

Small things change your life,

The difference of how you

Accept it.