Joy is the moon on a clear, cloudless night

High in the sky, it shines rather bright

Joy is the color on a sketchbook page

Purple and red and lilac and beige

Joy is the bliss of a dear friend's smile

As we sit and talk for a while

Joy is the story a good book tells

Of dragons, heartbreak, curses, and spells

Joy is all my loved ones near

The family and friends I hold most dear

Joy is the movies I play in my head

While I'm sleeping, safe in bed

Joy is something that is hard to find

And yet so easy to leave behind

Joy is something to be cherished

Or too quickly it will perish