Joy

Ode to Joy

Joy, like sunlight breaking through a storm,

Spills across the heart in waves of warmth.

It dances in the laughter of a child,

In morning dew that sparkles on the wild.

A fleeting breeze, it lifts the weary soul,

Mends the cracks and makes the spirit whole.

It hums in songs that echo through the years,

In quiet smiles that dry unspoken tears.

Joy is not a treasure locked away,

But woven in the fabric of each day—

The crimson sky at dusk, the friend’s embrace,

The fleeting glance that time cannot erase.

It blooms in moments, small yet fiercely bright,

Like stars that pierce the velvet veil of night.

No weight of sorrow can its glow outshine,

For joy’s a spark of something pure, divine.

It lives in courage, in the will to rise,

In dreams that soar beneath uncharted skies.

A heartbeat shared, a hand that pulls you near,

Joy whispers softly, “You are home, my dear.”