In the quiet of the night, joy softly sings,
A melody of laughter, with gentle wings.
It flutters high, above the clouds so bright,
Illuminating hearts with pure delight.

Yet sorrow lingers, a shadowed friend,
With tears that fall, emotions to mend.
It speaks in whispers, of loss and pain,
A reminder that sunshine follows rain.

Anger roars, a tempest in the soul,
A burning fire, fierce and bold.
It demands to be heard, to have its say,
Before it fades, and gently falls away.

Hope arises, a beacon in the dark,
A guiding light, a tiny spark.
It promises dawn after the longest night,
Filling hearts with strength and might.