“Generate a small poem about hope”
Hope is a candle, slender and bright, Flickering softly in deepening night— A whisper of dawn in a world brushed with gray, A promise that storms will soon ebb away. It grows in the silence, takes root in the dust, Shining undaunted, refusing to rust. A bird with new feathers, it soars ever free— Hope is the heart’s map to what yet may be.