JOY
Upon joy's wings, my spirit takes its flight,
A dance of light, a chorus in my heart,
In every mirth, the world seems fair and bright,
A symphony that plays its sweetest part.
It lifts me high, above the earthly plane,
Where troubles fade, and sorrows lose their hold,
In joy's embrace, I find my truest gain,
A treasure more than silver, more than gold.
Like blooms that grace the meadow's gentle slope,
Or morning sun that paints the sky aglow,
In joy's warm arms, I find my dearest hope,
A steady flame when shadows seek to grow.
So let us cherish joy in every hour,
For in its presence, blooms life's sweetest flower.
TRUST
In shadows deep, where doubts and fears may hide,
Emerges trust, a beacon strong and true,
A steadfast flame, in hearts it doth abide,
Its roots run deep, like oaks that ever grew.
Through trials dire, when storms of life assail,
It stands unmoved, a rock 'gainst raging sea,
In whispered secrets, it doth never fail,
A bond unbroken, firm as it can be.
Yet trust, once shattered, leaves a scar behind,
A fragile vessel, hard to mend anew,
So handle with the utmost care in mind,
For once lost, trust's rebirth is but a few.
In every act, let trust be your decree,
For in its grace, truest bonds ever be.
FEAR
When shadows lengthen, and the day grows late,
And whispers in the wind breed strange dismay,
In hidden corners, fear doth lie in wait,
A specter clad in doubts, in cold array.
Its icy fingers trace a trembling spine,
As anxious heart beats like a captive's drum,
In every silence, it builds its malign,
A phantom born of thoughts that fears become.
Yet know, dear soul, that fear is but a wraith,
A specter of the mind, not grounded real,
Confront it boldly, banish it with faith,
And let your heart with courage ever steel.
For in the face of fear, true strength is found,
And steadfastness on solid ground.
SURPRISE
When life's dull path seems all too straight and clear,
And every step, a well-worn, scripted play,
Comes sudden, like a tempest wild and near,
The spark of surprise to light our way.
It dances in the eyes, a merry gleam,
Igniting wonder, banishing the droll,
It shatters routine's monotone regime,
Awakening the senses, heart, and soul.
Like lightning in the night's dark tapestry,
Or sudden bloom 'midst winter's barren bough,
Surprise, a gift, unbinds what used to be,
Breathing new life in the familiar now.
Embrace it, for in spontaneity,
We find the pulse of joyful, vivid glee.
SADNESS
In shadows deep, where sorrow finds its home,
A heavy heart doth bear a somber weight,
The world, once vibrant, now a monotone,
As joy retreats, and leaves the soul sedate.
The tears that fall like rain on weary cheeks,
Are echoes of a melancholy tune,
A symphony of ache that softly speaks,
Of moments lost, of hopes that wane and swoon.
Yet in this sadness, there lies strength untold,
For hearts that weep are hearts that dared to love,
To feel so deeply is a gift, 'tis told,
A testament to courage from above.
So let the tears fall freely, let them flow,
For in the depths of sorrow, true hearts grow.
DISGUST
In shadows deep, where foulness finds its nest,
A bitter taste pervades the very air,
A wretched truth, a loathsome, vile bequest,
A sour note that taints the world unfair.
The sight of it, a visage twisted, grim,
Elicits shudders, turns the stomach cold,
A specter vile, with presence dark and dim,
A tale of horrors, cruel and untold.
Yet in this disgust, there lies a call to arms,
To stand against what's base, to strive for grace,
For in revulsion, truth unveils its charms,
A beacon strong in virtue's hallowed space.
So let us face the foulness, fierce and bold,
And with disdain, let noble hearts unfold.
ANGER
In shadows deep, where fiery tempests brew,
A tempest rages, fierce and unconfined,
The heart, once calm, now drenched in fiery hue,
A maelstrom wild, a tempest of the mind.
The words that sear, like daggers sharp and keen,
Are arrows flung from ire's mighty bow,
In heat of moment, reason is unseen,
As wrathful flames in crimson rivers flow.
Yet in this anger, there's a truth to find,
A force that stirs, that shakes the stagnant air,
A call to arms, a passionate design,
To stand for justice, boldly, free from care.
So let the fires of anger burn their course,
For in their blaze, we find our righteous force.
ANTICIPATION
In quiet hours, ere dawn paints skies with gold,
When whispers of the future softly play,
Anticipation, like a tale untold,
Awakens hearts to greet the coming day.
It flits like butterflies in meadows wide,
A gentle flutter, promise in the air,
A melody that dances, swift and pied,
A prelude to a joy beyond compare.
In every heartbeat, echoes of the yet,
A sweet foretaste of moments yet to be,
A symphony of hopes, a soft vignette,
A canvas blank, awaiting artistry.
Embrace the thrill, let eager spirits rise,
For in anticipation, magic lies.
