Joy is the bright yellow sun rays,

Tickling the green grassy plates

Covering black, gray-ish wires

Bustling cackling people,

Screaming screeching

Blasting eardrums a few miles away

Joy is like biting into a jelly-filled doughnut,

Purple jelly sprinkles out,

Falling down your shirt like candle waxing dripping off the base

Joy smells like the

Buttery

Popcorn,

Sparkling soda in plastic cups

Buzzing, food-stuffing people impatiently waiting,

At the colorful, bright ticket booths,

Excited feelings bustling like worker bees

Joy feels like powdery churros, spreading like water

Smooth shaded shivering machines popping out, 

Like a toucan in the darkest forest

Crushing crinkling crunchy macarons