What is Happiness?

In the realm where joy resides, I'll roam,

And craft a verse of happiness I'll own.

With words as vibrant as a sunlit morn,

I'll weave a tapestry, a poem reborn.

Happiness, a gentle and wondrous thing,

A melody of the heart that wants to sing.

It dances on the wind, so light and free,

A symphony of bliss, where souls can flee.

It dwells within the laughter of a child,

In the embrace of loved ones, tender and mild.

It blossoms in the flowers, kissed by the sun,

And paints the sky when daylight is done.

Happiness, a secret treasure we all seek,

Like a glowing ember, warm and meek.

It hides in simple moments, unadorned,

In gratitude for the lessons we have learned.

It finds solace in the whispers of a breeze,

In the rustling leaves and the swaying trees.

It sparkles in the eyes of those who care,

In the love we give and the love we share.

Happiness abides in acts of kindness shown,

In helping hands extended, not alone.

It flourishes when selflessness takes flight,

And lifts us to a realm of pure delight.

So let us bask in this eternal grace,

Embrace the joy that shines upon our face.

For happiness, a gift that knows no end,

Is found within ourselves, our dearest friend.