Not Done Yet

The sun rises to the east,
Spreading its pink and purple light to every limb,
To every heart that needs lightening,
Spreading hope to the world.

Another new day,
Another day to prosper,
Another day to be helpful,
Another day to hope.

After one days worth,
And as darkness falls,
Hope dwindles on the limb of every tree,
Hoping for the next day,
Hope isn't done yet.