What is Happiness

 Happiness is a morning light, gentle and bright,

A whisper of dawn chasing away the night.

It dances in the dew on a leaf’s tender edge,

A promise that life is more than a solemn pledge.

It’s the laughter of children, ringing so clear,

Echoing hope that all hearts long to hear.

It lives in the warmth of a hand held tight,

In the quiet of stars that pierce the night.

Happiness is the scent of rain on dry earth,

A subtle reminder of life, love, and rebirth.

It grows in the gardens of small, simple things,

In the song a bird from its perch joyously sings.

It is not in gold, nor the treasures we chase,

But in the soft moments time cannot erase.

It hides in the corners of ordinary days,

In the humble acts that go unseen, ablaze.

It is found in forgiveness, a heart let free,

In the courage to face what is yet to be.

It blooms in the mind that chooses to see,

The silver threads woven in life’s tapestry.

Happiness is laughter shared under rain,

The healing of sorrow, the easing of pain.

It lingers in memories, sweet and clear,

A gentle reminder: joy is always near.

It is in the sunrise, the sunset, the sea,

In every small whisper of what could be.

Happiness is fleeting, yet endlessly true,

A mirror of love reflected in you.

So seek not its shadow in riches or fame,

But in moments of wonder, where hearts call your name.

Happiness is simple, yet vast as the sky,

A song in your soul that will never die.