joyous jukebox,

so pure,

so effortless,

comes the ringing of bells on a Sunday morning.

beautiful birds humming

the rhythms of the earth.

 

the desperate cry of a newborn

into the new wonderous world,

where crickets sing songs under the moonlight.

kisses are felt,

laughs are heard, and

a heart loves as it melts.

 

the truth and wishes

blinking upon the starlights.

the magic that is made

cannot ever be replaced.

 

forgive and forget,

give and receive,

this is the world to believe.

filled with surprises,

the world’s happy heart

with shining souls smiling in sympathy

under the humble home

of the joyous jukebox that is known.