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Hope is but a bud
It has yet to bloom
But at least it's peeking out
through an air hole in it's wintry tomb
Golden brilliant sun shines
Warming the nesting leaves yet pale
Taking the chill off the greenhouse
Vibrancy is on the horizon, hope shall prevail
Here comes the rain
An elixir quenching life's thirst
Storms are full of new lessons to be learned
Hope still springs eternal, life streams are not rehearsed
The birds believe in early to rise
They sing that it's time to start the day
Melodic symphony coerces me to conduct myself in kind
Singing sweetened notes resounding that hope is on it's way
Hope is at the root of it all
Began to form within the seed
Hope was there from the beginning
And it the end, it will blossom everything we need
