The color of joy is like bright sunshine

On  a lovely spring day when the sky

is a deep blue with billowy white clouds.

It is the fragrant  smells of green grass,

Purple lilacs, roses, and daffodils all mixed

Together alongside trees with all the

Brilliant colors of the rainbow after a storm.

 

Joy is the look in a child’s eyes while

Watching his mother read him a book

And tuck him in with a kiss goodnight.

It is a boy’s first  leap into the air,

A girl successfully skipping rope

While singing songs to the rhythm

Of the rope smacking the pavement.

 

Joy is the first touch of someone’s lips,

Holding hands with the love of your life;

It is hearing your baby take its first breath,

And hearing your child say Mama at night.

Joy is growing old with the one you adore,

And dying with a good friend at your bedside.

Joy is running  free in the hills of heaven.

 

The feeling of joy is like the rise

Of the slow-moving tide at night

While wading and dancing in the

Light of the moon and the stars bright.

 

It is the catching of the breath one takes,

The shine in one’s eyes when they realize,

They are cherished,respected, and loved.

Yu/stan/kema.