Hope is the Thing with Feathers

Happy Day 49 

"Hope" is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul 

And sings the tune without the words

And never stops at all. 

And  sweetest in the gale is heard

And sore must be the storm 

That could bash the little Bird

That kept so many warm. 

I've heard it in the chilliest land

And in the strangest Sea

Yet never in Extremity,

It asked a crumb of me. 

    Emily Dickinson

Mr. Sunshine