The mist appeared, Seconds after the sun finally came unglued From its passionate kiss Of the brush and edge of a prairie horizon. Its last bit of linger, Promised a rainbow.
Dawn needs a witness, A town crier, Someone to shout outloud, That no one is forgotten, To assure all who early rise, Hope is earned and alive.
Hope lives, hope endures, hope loves to surprise.
For many these are sad and dangerous times. Criminals run governments all over the world and the USA is on the verge of moral collapse. But there is hope. Everywhere men and women are deciding in their own way to make things better. Evil will not triumph. Hope lives. Hope endures