Day 3: Sound of Joy No sound, but a blue silence wraps around me No sound, but a blue bird chirps above me No sound but an oak tree rustles behind me No sound, but a sparkling lake swishes in front of me No sound, but a pink sky waits for the day to begin No sound, but a pencil scribbling new mysteries into the world No sound, but happiness is from within me
Day 4: When someone smiles‌ A simple muscle movement, yet so universal A little tugging at the corners of your mouth Has made an appearance on your flawless face Don’t be afraid to let loose, show your teeth a little, but hold back that sadness that threatens to rain on your parade of joy Paint with me a sky full of stars, for when the cold plays, it sucks the happiness with it So spread warmth, because joy can be a scream or a shout, Maybe even a toy, But one that everyone knows of. So smile, because that simple muscle movement is universal