Joy is small and unassuming,
but given the right conditions,
joy can swell in your heart.
Joy is found in the smell of soil,
in watching moon-clouds,
in the mournful cry of the curlew,
or a corvid cawcophony,
in the wind waves crossing a sea of flowering grass,
in an old, forgotten photo of good friend's smile.
Joy is a master of camouflage.
You have to look out for her.
But she's always there,
quietly waiting to be noticed.
For she is Nature
and Nature is everywhere.