Mysterious Malady Madness

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Hope for a Better Future

In the quiet hours before dawn breaks

When shadows yield to gentle light,

I find the seeds that courage makes—

Small promises that all is right.

Though headlines shout of discord’s reign,

And bitter winds of change blow cold,

Within each heart, through joy and pain,

New stories wait to be retold.

The children plant their gardens small,

With patient hands and trusting eyes,

They teach us hope can conquer all—

That from the earth, new life will rise.

In laboratories, minds converge,

Seeking cures for ancient ills,

While artists help our spirits surge

Through beauty that the darkness stills.

The bridges built by strangers’ care,

The hands extended across divide,

Remind us that we’re meant to share

This world with love as our guide.

Yes, mountains of trouble loom ahead,

And valleys of despair run deep,

But in tomorrow’s unmarked thread

Lie promises that dreamers keep.

So let us tend the flame of hope

With steady breath and gentle might,

For in our reaching, we can cope—

And darkness always yields to light.