Hope is like a blade of grass, Trampled on at times. It can return to its mighty stance Given nurturing, time and space. A blade of grass May seem so small, so insignificant. But look how one blade can turn into many. It is invisible, intangible, Something just out of reach. Some deny they have any, But within us all a tiny spark remains. A lush field of green, We all wait to see. For a brighter day, a painfree day We hope is on the way.