Hope

"All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king."
-J.R.R.Tolkein

I liked this poem I found and how it speaks of hope like when you see the light and shadows on a sunny day in February.