Little Rabbit's Glen

I run,

I chase,

I climb the tallest of mountains,

I ford the heaviest of streams.

Still,

that goal,

that hope for a brighter day,

seems ever further.

As I struggle in my strife,

my mind reaches to you,

and I call out,

“Hope, for the fool you love most, won’t you stop?”

And as my Hope halted it’s fleeing,

I remembered a lesson learned.