While the weak heart yearns,
the brave soul dares.
And hope beams,
as whirlwind magic begins.
While surprises of a brand new day are awaiting,
aurora is peeping.
And fragments of stormy nights rush to fade,
as the sun gracefully appears humbling itself to faith.
While gray clouds move,
the blue firmament alights;
Paving way for the mightiest eagle to fly
High above the pinky sky.
Hope is always love in disguised.