Miss poetic. Jk

In L.Arts we had to write poems about hope. My (taylor) mind was racing all around, trying how to figure out how to put all my words and ideas down on paper, but this is what I came up with:


1. Hope is that surge of eagerness when a baby finch is about fly.
2. Hope is the whistle of the ruffling leaves in a big broad oak.
3. Hope is the shooting star breaking through the surface of the dark black velvet sky.

This one doesn't really have nothing to do with hope, but I still like it:
She listened to her heart, flapped her wings a little harder, and soared so much higher.