A Box Full Of Joy Poem by Noorie Ali

It was a silent box without a single sound.
Just a silent emptiness.
It was so quite the silence was deafening.
A shelter without a conscience. A felling of sadness.

A sense of joy has been felt; hearts have arisen from the dead.
Silence has disappeared, laughter is gathering, lives are at peace.
Drowning in their thoughts are the hearts of the flowers

The stems are strong but their petals are as delicate and as soft new born baby in a cradle.
Tensions are building while spirits are searching, for a reason for existence a moment of bliss.
A feeling of freedom a thing called peace.

Now the room is glowing, like a torch.
A shining light, brighter than a star.
This is a place in which happiness is happening.