Do dreams grow among the weeds of doubt?
Like daisies in a dessert.
Do tears water a barren heart?
Like a crocus in a salty sea.
Does hope sprout from broken dreams?
Like a wheat shaft from unfertilized seed.
Nurture the rose and bare its thorn
Watch the pain fade into tomorrow
Step lightly in this Garden of Hope and Sorrow:
For every wilted dream that you morn,
an abundant more take its place.
Dare to open the box and bask in Hope’s embrace.