Sonnet

There is a thing called Hope
It is a thing people go through in life
It helps when you cope,
Through a difficult trife.

In times of great sorrow,
When the world starts to fall.
Through the darkness of tomorrow,
It will help you through it all.

It can also be a beautiful thing,
Through the hardness of the time.
Meadows are green.
And the wind will still chime.

That is what Hope is,
Through it all it's the coping wiz.