Disclaimer: Luna is not mine, she is JK Rowlings. I am just writing from what I see as her perspective.
I hear laughter.
I like the smoothness of it,
And the way it bounces.
It makes me beam.
I try to weigh it, save it;
I want to take it out on a rainy day and share it with Neville or Ginny.
I have found out however, that
Trying to measure laughter-
It is like trying to decide whether Nargles are black with white stripes,
Or white with black stripes.
It is to count the raindrops in a puddle.
A lake.
An ocean.
To say where the sky starts, and where it ends.
Measuring laughter is trying to capture a beautiful high note in my head,
But the note slips away, gracefully.
I realise that laughter
Is the feeling of sitting on a windswept hill,
With the countryside spread out below you.
It’s so wonderful to hear, to feel.
It's impossible to measure.
So unique,
That you can't put a galleon or a number on it.
Laughter. It tells me to Love, Live, Learn, and
Laugh.
Luna's Poems by Trivia Camlee
Chapter Notes: Any constructive criticism is welcomed. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy it!