A gentle breeze, a sunlit glow,  

The way blossoms seem to grow.  

A child’s laugh, a robin’s song,  

A feeling that we all belong.  

It’s in the quiet, in the loud,  

In solitude, within a crowd.  

A spark that lights the darkest days,  

A fire that warms in subtle ways.  

Joy’s not a treasure tucked away,  

But moments found in every day.  

A fleeting gift, yet always near,  

A smile, a touch, a heart sincere.