Hope [a shorter version]

The little lonely girl sat by the window,
Watching the floating snow flakes outside.
Her eyes followed one particular flake,
That resembled a tiny angel.
She reached out to grab the little flake
And then brought it inside.
But when she opened her tiny hand,
All she saw was a drop of water.
A single tear escaped her eye,
Her lips trembled.
She felt as though her hope was gone,
Along with the little angel.

Today she sits by the open window,
Watching leaves flutter to the ground.
She reaches out to grab a little leaf,
That's shaped like a tiny angel.
Her face lights up with a blossoming smile,
For she knows that this time her hope will stay.
She gets up to put the leaf in a book,
Her hope back, her life restored.

-Rhea. B, 2006