I live in a place of stifling despair, Where joy and harmony is becoming rare. This place is riddled with war and crime, And I’m struggling to find the upward climb.
One day I set out for an evening walk, And in the blackened sky, I spied a hawk. I followed it as it circled down, Beyond a hill with a greenish crown. I’d never seen that ridge before, Or beyond it where now the hawk did soar. I decided upon that very spot, That whatever I did and whatever I got. I’d follow that bird until I dropped, So I walked and walked ‘til the mountain I topped
I peeked over the edge and saw below, A rapid river with a powerful flow. I was just about to turn around, When suddenly my feet just left the ground. I felt myself falling through the air, ‘Til I hit the flowing river there. The hawk that had pushed me flew ahead, And when I came on land, all despair had fled. The land was lush and green and good, I drank of the joy; as much as I could. I now had found a better way, And forever on, this is where I’d stay.
Hope is what keeps us going. Without it, everything in the world would tumble into depression. I guess something good came out of Pandora's box! Hope is always there for us, although we may have to explore around to find it. That's what this poem is all about.