What I Do With Joy by Ink Soul
I walk where morning warms the day,
Where flowers laugh and breezes play,
Where sunshine paints the skies of May,
And little birds show me the way.
I sing where gentle grasses lay,
I skip through fields in bright array,
I touch the clouds that softly stay,
And feel the peace they float and say.
I smile with leaves along the bay,
I dance where sparkling waters spray,
I trace the light on life's display,
And greet the calm in each new day.
I write with hearts that never fray,
With kindness blooming in pure clay,
I share the love that lights my way,
And let the joy in me outlay.
I do not chase, I do not bray,
I breathe in hope both soft and gay,
I live with light where children play,
And let the world feel sweet and gray.
Joy is a flower that opens with light,
Joy is the wind that dances in flight,
Joy is a smile that no one can steal,
Joy is a truth that all hearts can feel.
Joy is a river that sings as it flows,
Joy is the hush when a quiet moon glows,
Joy is a child with a world full of play,
Joy is the love that never fades away.
Joy is the sun that warms without pride,
Joy is the peace we carry inside,
Joy is not loud, nor gold on a throne—
Joy is the moment we feel we are home.
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