Where Joy Begins
by Ink Soul
I rise where dew begins to gleam,
Where petals stretch through morning's dream,
Where hush of dawn flows like a stream,
And waking hearts find life supreme.
I hum where honeyed breezes bend,
Among the trees that softly send
The hush of peace we crave to tend,
Where time and love together blend.
I run where golden laughter grows,
Where every step the daylight knows,
And silence carves what nature shows—
A truth that only stillness sows.
I shape my thoughts from skies so wide,
With kindness stitched in humble pride,
I offer light the night can't hide,
And let my soul in joy abide.
Joy isn't loud, nor shaped with sound,
It's felt where wonder wraps the ground.
It lives not high, nor deep, nor far—
But blooms inside just as we are.
It's found in play, in open hands,
In quiet hearts the world understands,
In gentle truths the soul expands,
And moments missed like drifting sands.
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