joyous jukebox
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.