Joy

There is a tapestry growing inside me.

There is fire, forest, beauty, and sea,

And the sun has arrived,

Darkness and night were archived,

"Colours tasting music," the motif.

Every path I take flows to the sea,

Nurturing roots, branches, and a few bees.

And I hope you can hear

Melodies, soft and clear;

Their dance is chaos, named after me.

Winter, with its rain, has tried to tame,

From my heart the summer and its flame.

But every day there's a source

For my joy and my force.

There's a singing fragrance; can you see?

Tools were given to all our hands

When joy finds us, it just expands.

Will you share and receive?

Plant a life and achieve.

There are blessings we don't understand.

Look at creation,

Keeping foundations that evolve.

Like the tones of a song

That have waited too long

To be sung by voices that dissolve.