And everywhere was just filled with fallen soothes from burnt and extinguished firewood But there was still a lot to be heated up with fire, but how? Hope’s gentle flame, a beacon bright In the darkest moments a thought irked

A whispered courage, a heartfelt prayer and then an unexpected movement opening up the soothes and at its lowest depth, a dying gold colour bickered and gradually the smoke started rising

A gentle breeze that soothes the smoke and aflamed it, and a burning fire was rebirthed

In shattered dreams, she finds a place

To mend the cracks, to fill the space

A resilient voice that whispers low

“You are not alone, don’t let go”

Through life’s turmoil, she stands tall

Like a steadfast friend, through it all

Illuminating paths unclear

And wiping away each falling tear

Hope’s gentle flame, a constant friend

Hope never dies!