The sun woke up with a golden grin,
And painted joy on every chin.
The sky wore blue without a care,
And laughter floated through the air.
The breeze was warm, the birds all sang,
The bells of morning sweetly rang.
A world alive in vibrant hue—
The grass was green, the flowers new.
The children played with open hearts,
Creating dreams in parks and carts.
No tear was shed, no fear was near,
Just simple love and voices clear.
Friends met up with smiles so wide,
No one had a need to hide.
Hugs were traded like balloons,
And songs were sung in sunny tunes.
The happiest day was not by chance,
But found in every smiling glance—
In moments shared, in hearts so true,
And all the love that carried through.
So when the clouds come out to play,
Remember still that golden day.
The happiest time is here to stay—
In how we choose to live each day.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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This is a radiant and beautifully crafted poem. It captures the essence of pure, uncomplicated joy with such vivid imagery and a hopeful, uplifting message. A true delight to read.