In the quiet whispers of the morning light,
Joy dances softly on the dewdrop’s glow.
A gentle breeze carries laughter’s delight,
Through fields where wildflowers freely grow.

Beneath the shade of an ancient tree,
Happiness rests in the rustling leaves.
It beckons us to just let it be,
While weaving dreams only the heart believes.

In the warmth of a friend’s caring smile,
Joy finds a home, a place to reside.
It lingers there, if but for a while,
As hearts open wide, and worlds collide.

So cherish the light in each fleeting hour,
For happiness blooms like a fragrant flower.
In simple moments, find your power,
And let joy’s gentle rain forever shower.