A Ray of Hope

A firefly of the night,
blessed with forte,
greater than greatest font.

A deception in desert,
vitality running after vitality,
an urge to be.

A potion for deceased,
Noah's arc heading for east.

Hope is like a river which never ceases to flow. We are living because we have one or another hope, have goals. The poem tries to find similarity between natural phenomemons and hope