In the gentle curve of lips unspoken,
Laughter dances like a fleeting breeze,
It weaves through time, a thread unbroken,
A melody sung among the trees.

In moments light and shadows fleeting,
It finds a home in hearts that soar,
A language shared without repeating,
An endless sea on laughter’s shore.

The echoes bind us, unseen tether,
In every smile a story lies,
A bridge that spans the stormy weather,
With laughter’s spark, the spirit flies.

So let it rise, this joyful chorus,
In whispered sighs and roaring glee,
For in its sound, we find before us,
The simple truth that sets us free.