Little Boy Joy
I left sorrow and trekked on.
I met a little boy
His name was Joy.
In the village ahead, where he lived
Dreams and Happiness ruled the world.
Content and Bliss planted the fragrant flowers
With Nature as their mother.
Love was the flavour they sprinkled
On the food, they partook.
The drizzles of Opportunities
They preserved as puddles of Satisfaction.
Cheers and Delight were the spontaneous dancers
Who danced to the beats of Pride
And the lyrics of Amusement.
Dancing with his sister, Glee
Intoxicated on the potent wine called Pleasure
Joy knew no gravity…
And Nature watched in amazement
As her sweetest flower enchantingly
Danced all night.