What is Joy?

I wrote this poem many years ago in high school.  Its words are still true today.  Many things in life transmit joy, but its source is ultimately from our Father above.  

My Joys

The books adorn my room,

their pages wait for me.

The bus I ride to school,

speaks of simplicity.

The breakfast that I eat

gives sweet taste and smell.

The parents I so truly love

have held me when I fell.

The prayers in which I ask

of the Father above,

his blessing be upon me

and the peace of a dove.