Upon the wings one gently flies
High above the cloudy skies
In ardent search for inner peace
To find somewhere our heartaches cease

A dream to catch a falling star
A wish that's etched with our hearts
To one day find the rainbow's end
Upon which happiness depends

Yet somehow we now rest upon
The hope a brilliant light is shone
In recognition we give birth
To luck and monetary worth

But hope is not which we define
By man's material design
It's far deeper than dare to go
And so much greater than we know

Hope - it's just the smallest part
Springing from within our hearts,
For hope is borne upon the wings
Of that which life is sure to bring.

© Christina
16th January, 2006