Joy is polka dots of pink.
It doesn’t take itself too seriously.
Joy sounds like the nightingale’s song.
It smells like bread fresh out of the oven.
Joy tastes like sugar.
Joy comes dressed in love.
Joy is a faithful companion
It does not wear out.
Joy looks like the sparkling Caribbean Sea.
Joy feels like only good is happening.
A Spring Haiku
There are certain trees
Whose puffs and petals sing spring,
And I love their song.