Pot of Joy

When you plant a pot of joy
It’s not sophisticated,
Nor filled with such unusual stuff
it grows too complicated.

In fact, it’s more what is left out:
All angst and consternation,
The kind of things you hear about
In troubling conversation.

No, when you plant a pot of joy
It overflows with colour;
It’s filled with smiles and kindly words
and pleases like no other.

No matter what you plant it in,
On sill or stony mound
A pot of joy puts out strong roots
and spreads the joy around.