It Makes Sense
Joy is as yellow as the sunniest day in summer time.
It tastes like a ripe blueberry pie as it sits on the window cill cooling down.
It sounds like morning birds singing there little tiny hearts out.
Joy look’s like an arrangement a beautiful flowers put into one big place.
It feels as soft as the most cosily pillow in the world today.
I really love Joy.
Thank you for putting my poem on the blog
brill poem lloyd well done!