Pearls of Joy

The pure pleasure or the serene pain That oozes helplessly out of the deeds honest Leaves no burden , nor squeezing strain ; The cordial words of solace are blest And are duly prompted by the just mind The pure joy of a dancing flower , The warm touch of the moderate sun The sprinkling drizzles from the clouds that hover , Have no match for the joy beyond fun ; Enough and more, often choke the breath An ignorant lie or manoeuvred gesture , A manifest design or clever artefact , Perhaps could never settle like the pearly moisture On the lean grass or along a leafy tract And instill keen delight in the wilderness .