Art Of Joy

Trees so luscious green

With colourful, tiny flowers are to be seen

The mother croon of a bird

At the time of dusk is to be seen

 

The night lit up by dragonflies

Or kites high up in the skies

All the joy spread by these

Always shines in one's smile, you see

 

The hug given by a mother

Always comforts during thunder

Few words of encouragement

Can really build up statements

 

All the joy spread by you

In darkness or in gloom

Burns like a wild fire

Or like a flower about to bloom