In the garden where sunlight weaves,
A dance upon the morning leaves,
Laughter echoes through the trees,
Whispers of joy carried by the breeze.
The poets pen their dreams so bright,
In verses wrapped with pure delight,
Their words like stars in endless skies,
Reflect the happiness in their eyes.
The river sings a gentle tune,
Beneath the watchful, smiling moon,
Harmony in every stream,
A melody of blissful dreams.
In every heart where hope resides,
A tapestry of joy abides,
For happiness, a timeless art,
Painted by poets from the heart.