Hope is in the springtime,
When the first bird of the year chirps.
When the first bud opens,
And the sweet perfume of flowers is in the air.
Hope is in the summertime,
When the sun shines bright in your eyes.
When the lakes sparkle and shine under the sun,
And when there's laughter in the air.
Hope is in the fall time,
When the leaves fall off the trees,
And crunch under your feet when you walk on them.
When birds fly away to find a warm place to stay.
Hope is in the seasons,
When the first bird chirps,
When the sun is bright in your eyes,
When the leaves fall off the trees,
And when a blanket of white covers everything.
The little town was the perfect little town,
Where never would you see even one little fr
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
In life, some people will hurt us and cause us pain,
but we must learn to forgive and for
No matter what happens in my life,
Sorrow or joy, rain or shine,
Whatever befalls
Young, carefree, innocent,
You sing, laugh, and dance,
Taking in all Gods' glory<
One word can start a friendship,
One kiss a love affair,
One smile can bring you
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
I like to blaze new trails
on the road to nowhere.
On a journey through time,
Be The Best Of Whatever Who You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley — but be
