Happiness

Some say the sound of happiness

Is here and never quite so far

It lies beneath a wooden bed

The roar of trees, a shining star

That echoes, what else to expect

It disappears, as a memoir

Some say we are just at our best

When dreams are made reality

The morning is a new beginning

A thought becomes a key

 And we know that we are winning

We are strong and steady like a tree

I say that happiness

Is our choice and a daily fight

We can expect so much less

A spark accompanies us at night

We can be glad we tried

And above all for every mess