Young and hung with fresh greenery
Stands hope, bursting with dreams, leafing
Itself warily over drab feelings,
Flirting insistently, being
Strongly assertive with leanings
Against overly sad, hope strives to beam
With verdant new and meaningful
Life, and buds before us rich gleaming
Views, emerald lakes, seas of acquamarine,
Courts us with unstained hues, appeals
For reviews of joys we have seen
As aids, accepting that what might have been
Could yet be still. Hope is evergreen.
Fay Slimm
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/colour-of-hope/
