In the quiet of the room it stirs,
A gentle breeze, a soft whisper,
Dancing in the air with carefree glee,
A secret shared, a melody free.

Laughter follows in its wake,
As giggles bloom and smiles make,
A symphony of mirth and jest,
In each heart, a joyous fest.

Invisible yet known to all,
It weaves through halls, a playful call,
A reminder of life’s simple joys,
A child’s delight, a playful noise.

So let it be, this gentle art,
A fleeting gift, a natural part,
Of life’s great dance and simple grace,
A laugh, a breeze, in time and space.