In the cradle of dawn, where whispers sing,
Joy awakens gently, on gossamer wings.
A symphony of light, in hues so bright,
Painting the sky with laughter, pure delight.
Through fields of wonder, where wildflowers grow,
Joy skips and dances, in the soft morning glow.
A gentle breeze carries her song, so sweet,
A melody of life, where heartbeats meet.
In the tapestry of day, woven with care,
Joy’s golden threads are seen everywhere.
In children’s laughter and the rustling trees,
In the quiet moments that put the soul at ease.
As twilight descends, with stars in tow,
Joy whispers softly, her gentle glow.
In the embrace of night, her essence stays,
A beacon of hope, guiding through life’s maze.