It's like the wind
blowing now here, now there,
wherever people care,
wherever the right thing is done
in the right way.

It's like sunshine,
falling on every flower, every atom,
so that petals open and expand
and every atom dances,
doing handstands.

It's like an infant's smile,
tickled into laughter,
hugged into life,
wrapped in the warmth
of a grandma's arms.

Joy is like
a love-letter
carried next to the heart.