In the garden of the morning light,
Where shadows flee from joyous sight,
Optimism blooms, a vibrant flower,
Embracing each uncertain hour.
A dance of colors in the air,
Hope's melody, beyond compare.
It whispers through the rustling trees,
A balm for souls brought to their knees.
Through stormy nights and cloudy days,
Optimism weaves its golden rays.
A beacon on the darkest sea,
Guiding hearts to where they're free.
In every setback, a hidden chance,
A seed of hope, a bright expanse.
It sees the beauty in the rain,
The promise after every pain.
With every sunrise, a new start,
Optimism mends the wounded heart.
It turns the page, embraces change,
In every corner, something strange.
It's in the laughter of a child,
The gentle breeze, the ocean mild.
A constant hum in nature's rhyme,
Optimism stands the test of time.
Through trials faced with open eyes,
It lifts us up to reach the skies.
A force that fuels the human soul,
An unwavering, uplifting goal.
So let us, in our journey's scope,
Embrace the gift of boundless hope.
For in the face of life's prism,
We find the strength of optimism