It comes in the rain, dripping off green leaves
Hope
Finds
Its
Way
To
Me
It comes in the fields, corn threatening to burst
Into
Full
Yellow
Ears
Its comes from a cozy nights rest
His
Arms
Next
To
Mine
From the tears streaming down my face
Mourning
The
Loss
Of
Her friendship
From her brilliant white dress
As
She
Whispers
"I do"
From a cup of iced tea
Offering
Compassion
In
Her
Eyes
Hope
Finds
Its
Way
To Me
Even if I try to hide
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