Roses are pruned to hold in hand,
Rarely seeing the beauty of another landHope is not a rose, for it is wild and free
It needs not be kept, it will merely beAnd when all is dark,
And you hear no lark,It brings to mind all the good things,
It shows you that you have wings.Hope is strong and is stable,
Though winds blow to disableHope is not a flower
It holds much greater powerFlowers can only look up at the sky,
When Hope can always fly.-Otter
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In The Colored Clouds
PoetryA book of poems for all ages, I thank you for taking the time to read this and enjoy!