HOPE
There is more to life
If the poem rings a bell, I recommend listening to the below soundtrack at the end. Thanks for stopping by.
Hope is why you wake up feeling light, like a feather that is delicate and free
Hope is the dream of every woman in Kabul to work and chase her dreams
Hope is the dew drops on the leaves, like the stars you count with your fingers
Hope is the sight of normalcy in Ukraine when there are ice cream trucks on a sunny day
Hope is the joy of paper boats sailing towards a distant memory, like the animals you see in impermanent clouds
Hope is when Israelis and Palestinians get along and live in harmony as neighbours
Hope is the Dandelion that blows out on its own, like the fading moon on a quiet lane
Hope is the spirit of every Congolese who want their forests protected from greed
Hope is the sight of fireflies at night as charming as the roof with flowers and climbers
Hope is the memory of Johnny Cash singing “American Remains” about the fight of Native Americans for their rights
Hope is when you are touched by the fall of an autumn leaf on your feet, like the rainbow that leaves you smiling
Hope is when there are no zoos, and animals roam around free
Hope is the river that flows, alive; for someday, life will be bountiful for all of Earth’s species.
Written by Gayu Chakkangal
