Light That Lingers
A spark of joy, a gentle flame, It warms the heart, it knows no name. Through winter nights or summer skies, Its glow remains, it never dies. It lives in laughter, soft and true, In kindness shared, in all we do. No gift too small, no smile too late, Love opens doors, it shifts our fate. The seasons turn, the years will run, Yet hope shines bright like morning sun. For every soul, in every place, The spark of joy becomes our grace. And when the shadows start to grow, This light will teach the heart to know: Though time may change, though paths may bend, The glow of joy will never end.