Sunday, March 2, 2008

Hope

Hope is a bird,
a pretty little thing.
It is flight, and height, and wings.

Hope is a song,
a sweet sounding thing.
It grows and sows and sings.

Hope is a dream,
a wild spinning thing.
It walks and talks and breathes.

Hope is in me,
a great shining thing,
With flight, and height, and wings.

2 comments:

Amanda said...

Love this! Did you write it?

Jennifer said...

yeah, thanks :)