The Joy Is Poem by MOHMMED ALZHRANI

The joy is
While the city was very boring,
there was a happy child.
In the begin,
he start smiling like a sunrise.

Calmly..
contemplates all people,
All faces..
All places.
Everyone feels sadness
All feel isolated.

In the morning,
when he touched a lonely rose, laughed
and grows happy.

Then, he sang a different song.
Grass, people, places,
All of them danced.
In short..
The joy is a planet of children.