Joy is free
He won’t come now
When you call.
He’s too busy
Drinking in the moment
As if born again.
Sprinkling joy
Like stardust
From his fingertips.
Soaking up the sun.
Oh you can ask him to come down
Like you can ask the stars down
From the sky
Well you can try!
It’s no use.
He’s a Catherine wheel up there!
Whizzing around
A firework bursting into life
Defying the stars to be brighter
Daring the sun to outshine him.
He won’t come down I tell you
Best not ask at all
It’s futile.
May as well
Let him be
Beautiful
And free.
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