My joy is made out from-

The midnight sun shining in my eyes,

The breathtaking lives by humble paramedics,

The shooting star gaze, and my mothers love.

I found it-

By the bright,amusing,outstanding water fall,

Covered in cherry like bushes,

 caged in a moldy,fungus tin,

Hidden like the FBI was on the chase for it.

This joy can-

Parish wickedness for harts,

Bring out sunshine,

Help you with good deeds,

Kill you in a matter of seconds, 

And eliminate the Devel till he is dust.

If I lost this wonderful joy- 

The earth will disappear into thin air

Not knowing a single thing coming up.