Hope, a Joyous Thing

A hope,
So joyous and free.
Gleaming with happiness,
To all that see.

Moving and twisting,
To another form.
To give hope,
And make nothing torn.

A long silver glass,
To which can not break.
For a hope has been given,
And never able to take.

A long boundary,
A slow song.
Each giving us hope,
To tell right from wrong