poem on happy child

 1.

A giggle like a sudden, sunlit stream,
A waking soul from some bright, perfect dream.
Her world is built of wonder and of "why,"
A boundless kingdom under any sky.

A cake of mud, a stick becomes a sword,
A treasure found, a brightly-feathered bird.
Each day a page in a brand-new, untold book,
With that enchanted, wide-eyed, happy look.

No shadow of tomorrow brings her fear,
She is the sovereign of the present, here.
This joy, a small and resilient spark,
That lights the corners of the coming dark.

 

2.

A state of being, not a place to find,
A gentle acceptance of the heart and mind.
It is the quiet that the soul reclaims,
When it no longer feeds on bitter flames.

It is the bridge across a deep divide,
A spaciousness where old resentments hide.
The weight of ancient anger, set down, free,
A river finding its way to the sea.

Not in the winning, nor the being right,
But in the softening of the inner light.
A single, steady, and resilient tone
That sings, "You are enough," to bone and bone. 

3.

It is the breath drawn in the morning's hush,
The softening of light, the fading flush.
A cup that holds no bitterness or spite,
A candle in the vast and silent night.

It is the truce between the will and "should,"
The understanding that the world is good.
A blanket woven from a softer thread,
To lay upon the turmoil in your head.

It is the space between the thought and word,
The sweetest melody that can be heard.
A deep, slow river, steady and profound,
That flows through every patch of troubled ground.

4. It is the quiet hum when noise has ceased,
A harvest of the heart, a rich increase.
Not just a flag upon a battlement,
But how a tired argument is spent.

It is the dust that settles in the sun,
A single, patient truth when lies are done.
The open hand, the unlatched, welcome door,
That has no need for battle anymore.

It is the grace that finds us in the ache,
The solid ground that tremors cannot shake.
A thread of silver in the darkest cloth,
That mends the tear and soothes the inner wrath.

5. 

A quiet mind,
A heart at rest,
A simple joy,
Life's very best.

Let worries go,
Like leaves in fall.
Just breathe in deep,
And give your all.

To this calm space,
Where tensions cease.
This gentle, warm,
And lasting peace.

6. 

A happy heart,
A skipping rope,
A world of cheer,
And endless hope.

A bright blue sky,
A grassy spot,
A simple joy,
That hits the spot.

A laughing friend,
A game to play,
A perfect, sunny,
Summer day.

7. 

A quiet room,
A gentle breeze,
The rustling leaves
On nearby trees.

A deep, slow breath,
A mind at rest,
A feeling in
Your peaceful chest.

The world grows soft,
All worries cease,
This calm and steady
State of peace.

8.

A silent lake,
A setting sun,
The day is done,
The battle won.

A softened gaze,
A weight released,
All conflict ceased,
The heart is pleased.

This gentle release,
This sweet surcease,
This is the meaning
And the name of peace.

9.

A still, calm pond,
No wind at all,
Beyond the right,
Beyond the wrong.

A breath drawn deep,
A sigh released,
All inner fighting
Has now ceased.

This is the gift,
This sweet release,
This quiet, steady,
State of peace.

10.

A blanket soft,
The fading light,
An end to struggles,
Day and night.

A quiet smile,
A heart released,
From every fear,
From every beast.

This simple, gentle,
Sweet surcease,
This is the feeling
Of true peace.