Hope is the Thing with Feathers

By: Emily Dickinson

"Hope" is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul

And sings the tune without the words

And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;

And sore must be the storm

That could abash the little bird

That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land

And on the strangest sea,

Yet never, in extremity,

It asked a crumb of me.

HOPE

Hope is a wonderful thing

Hope is always nice IF you hope well for others

Hope.........Hope.............Hope

Hope for your self

Hope for your family

Hope for friends

Hope for enemies

Hope for the poor

Hope for the rich

Hope never starts

Hope never ends

but Hope will always go on

 

Adriana Salomon