Hope

Light breaks the night.
Its flicker grows, yet fragile still.
A flame burns bright within despair.
Where silence lingers, whispers dare to rise anew.
Through storms and shadows, it calls, defies, it prevails.
Boundless and untamed, it stretches through time, unyielding.
Hope swells like oceans, crashing, surging with infinite waves that collide.
Its roots entangle stars, weaving lifelines from fractures, each moment revived.
Hope ascends like constellations, a beacon eternal, shining through endless skies.