Hope Poem by Orbiam Simon

It flows like a river
Which flood many kinds
It conceives confusion
Though all are always aware
The joy and happiness we has
But the smoke of hardship overwhelm
After that

The beginning of a new Dawn
The sunrises with hope
For a better sight and good vision
For a fresh struggle and hustle
We are all concerns
The time must be our partner
When the year is still an infant
Never lose hope
For hope our intake.