Hope is

Hope is the arrival of spring,

When the dry chaparral hills

Of Great Ol’ California

Flourish with gorgeous green grass.

Hope is the first light

Of day, when the

Radiant sun rises,

Transforming the dark night sky.

Hope is the miraculous hatching

Of a wee splendid swallow,

In the cozy nest that lies in

In the corner of the bushy tree.

Hope is the opening,

Of the bud of the majestic

Purple iris, with its beauty

Blinding the floral world.

Hope is the arrival of spring,

When the lone bare tree that survived

The long harsh winter is

Brought back to life.

 

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