Hope is the thing with Feathers

A gentle breeze from east to west,
Whispering softly, soothing every crest.
North to south, its currents weave,
A tapestry of dreams, I dare to believe.

Across the oceans, a journey grand,
Bringing something new from a wondrous land.
Migratory birds, celestial geese,
Hope flocks together, a serenade of peace.

In deep silence, as I lay me down
My worries suffocate, a silent frown
I cannot rest, a burdensome quest
Worries of the day linger on my chest

A bard emerges, a songbird of the night,
Takes the stage, dimmed by the moonlight.
Singing the song, the song of tomorrow
Where there is only joy, no more sorrow

I close my eyes, but it is not in vain
At least I hope, to dream again

-Arnold Emeh