Colorful, Bright, Golden, Beautiful, Leaves of opportunity, Falling at my feet. But as I pass by each leaf, Looking for a particular one, Each one dries And dies, To be born again next year. But while there is no leaves of opportunity, Why do I live? Because of one little leaf in my heart, The most golden, Brightest leaf of them all! Hope. Hope stays with me through the cold winters, The hot summers, And even the fair spring. Hope is what drives me, To be better, To keep searching For another perfect leaf, And another, And another... Until I am complete.
