To be a hopeful person,
one must listen to the whispers of the world:
The sighs of ease exhaled by green things blanketed in rolling fog.
The swish of elegance as the flowers turn their faces toward the sun.
The creaks of happiness bones exude when loving ones embrace.
The hum of connection between two souls when strangers choose to smile.
The tender lullaby the stars croon to each other all night long through the darkness.