3 October 2012
---please note I don't own this I just want to share!!--
Hope is the little bird That purches in the soul And sings the song with no words And never stops at all.
And sweetest in the gale is heard And sore must be the storm that could abash this little bird That kept so many warm
I've heard it in the furthest land And on the strangest sea Yet never in extremity Has it asked a crumb of me.
This poem is my favourite and I hope you love it too!☺
Little Bird • Opuss № I