I used to think that hope is like candle flame.
It flares up when positivity is around and there is a further to be seen.
And it dims down when bad things push me into darkness.
But now I view it differently.
Hope is like wildflowers. It is alive, it grows, it spreads,
and it paints the field into something vibrant and colorful.
Its root grasps deep down into the ground,
nourishing the land with resilience and strength.
Seeing people lightened up after a conversation gives us hope.
Riding with a group of over 80 cyclists gives us hope.
Celebrating living well with the disease with communities gives us hope.
Our hope is growing and spreading across the country like wildflowers.
