Some people see hope in the way the sun shines on us and some people see it in a wildflower. I feel hopeful when I read words that speak to me, when I see a flower blooming despite the adversities of winters, and when I see colours shining bright in a painting. Here is a little hope in the form of a poem, and I wish that it will bring light to all of us.
Indeed, as I do remember that in my childhood my grandma used to give me the hope. The hope to believe in one self and for best, everything will fall in one place.
We can see hope in anything that inspires us, gives us a spark to fight against all odds of life