Chasing Dust, Climbing Up

A light coming on in the darkness,

One hook searching for a fish.

Grasping at the smallest chance,

Or even just making a wish.

Seeing a glass half full,

Spotting a star in the night.

One person who believes,

A dog with the biggest fight.

Smiling in a crowd of frowns,

Being pink when all is brown.

Chasing tiny specks of dust,

Climbing and never looking down.