Joy

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Joy

 

Step outside and look to the sky.

Be like the love in a mothers eye.

Tread the air with footsteps bold.

In endless dreams my story's told.

 

Of what and where and when and why,

that is a place I do not fly.

Where canons fire and men grow old,

There do not my wings unfold.

 

In quite dells where peace does keep,

in emerald forests do I sleep.

Alone, untold, and hidden too,

painting rainbows in the dew.

 

Of love, of life, of light, am I.

Old as oak but passing spry.

On wings of wind, I seek the sun.

I am of all and all is one.

 

........Mace