Amidst the hush of evening’s gentle sigh,
A playful breeze escapes with glee,
Invisible to the untrained eye,
Yet felt by all in harmony.
It dances through the crowded rooms,
A fleeting note in laughter’s song,
An unseen jest that softly blooms,
In moments brief, it wonât belong.
Though shy in nature, bold at heart,
It finds its way through whispered tales,
A secret shared, a subtle art,
That leaves behind a trail that pales.
In this jest, there’s joy unspoken,
A bond that ties us all in mirth,
For in each breath, a laughter token,
Connecting souls across the earth.