Hope is thought of as an acorn providing
food for young animals,
a reflection still showing in a broken mirror,
a weed growing in the cracks of the sidewalk,
a small rosebud on a plant,
a symbolic flag seen through the smoke of a battle field.
Hope is the glimmer in a young child’s eyes,
a light through the fog,
the raindrops on a tree leaf.
It is an egg cracking.
It is the birth of an idea
by Susanna, 9th grade, Bellaire High School