Every life moves towards hope.

You are a leaf always in need

of turning to the sun. No matter

what the pain or adversity,

you always find a way to hope.



Every life ends in the despair

of the body. The leaf atrophies

from too much exposure to the sun,

and the body should never be

allowed to hope.



It leads to awkward

conclusions; hope should only

be wielded by the soul, who

knows how to turn towards

this beacon.