The Joy Of Life

Her laughter caught in the wind
scattering a million particles
of pure delight into the night
not enough she cried
not enough she lied
a face seen from behind a door
frightened it knocked and creaked
cringed she ran to hide
peeked and peered
to see what all the fuss was about
asking so many questions
tempting toiling calming and boiling
sometimes too hot
sometimes too cold
seeking a balance
for all to be told
fabricating a story
of love hate and glory
understanding her part
in the making of art