Anne Morgan

Hope is watching the sun rise
A new day dawning

The smell of a newborn
Snuggled in his mother’s arms

Hope is Spring time
When flowers bloom

And the pitter patter of raindrops
On the parched desert planes

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Hope is the taste of rice
To a starving child

Hope is the touch of a hand
When you have lost your way

Hope is a candle in the dark
The sweet smell of a rose
A shooting star

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Hope is a lighthouse
For ships at sea

Hope is your friends
And your family