My joy is made from

The happiness of giggling children,

The spirit of dreams running around people’s minds,

The kindness spreading across a whole sad minded family,

The courage of being happy running around a depressed group of people.

I found joy-

Running around in a kind,loving school,

Hiding in a nice girls heart,

Dancing around bodies of cheerful elderlys,

Crouched in a small dark corner,

Where could it be?

This joy can-

Prise open hearts and fill them,

Wait for the humans to fall asleep so it can fill them, 

Dance and prance in the breeze,

Run around a depressed school getting ready to strike its pose.

If i lost joy

My heart would die down as it leaks into the drain.