Joy is not a single bird
but habitat for singing;
it thrives where gratitude takes root
and waters other lives
Cross-pollinated by our gifts
it spreads through simple gestures;
a smile becomes a flowering field
a laugh sustaining rain
Monocultures cannot keep it—
greed exhausts the soil;
diverse small wonders share the light
and stabilize the weather
Tend the meadow of your days
let many species flourish;
the ecology of joy will heal
the climate of your heart