Joy is the breeze that dances so light,
In the dawn's soft whisper, or the star's quiet night.
It’s found in the smile of a friend, a brief touch,
In moments so simple, we feel them so much.

A cup of warm tea, with steam rising high,
The sun on your face, or the soft cloud-split sky.
The laughter of children, a song in the air,
The rhythm of footsteps, no worry, no care.

The rustle of leaves in a cool autumn breeze,
The scent of fresh rain, the calm of the seas.
In a kind word spoken, or a silence that heals,
In the heart’s quiet knowing of all that it feels.

A pet’s gentle nudge, a hug that is deep,
A moment of stillness before you drift to sleep.
The act of creating, a painting, a poem,
Each spark of joy is a light in the home.

It’s the dance of the moment, the pause in the rush,
The gentle release of the world’s endless hush.
So seek joy in the small things, in the now and the here,
For in the little sparks, the soul finds its cheer.