Joy begins in my eyes,
where it travels to my brain,
into my throat,
Down my spine,
Tickling my toes,
Shooting into my heart,
Squeezing my belly with warmth and fullness,
And when I have joy,
I smile,
I run,
I fly,
I sing,
I shout,
And when I feel someone else experiencing the joy I have,
I feel the need to share yells and shouts and songs and adventures and smiles and beds and tears,
But Joy doesn't last forever,
the second part of keeping joy is a choice we each have to make.
Feelings flit and flutter, choosing chooses the universe we partake
