A happiness Which occurs only After years of work, Tears and toil. A quest In which Plans and destiny Are only concerned. In which an ocean Of reality Washes away. Like winds blowing across a fresh summer dream, An old tree with fruit to share, A swan gliding on top of a stream, A dandelion floating in the air. Like leaves wilting and falling from a tree, A daisy and a honey bee.
Rain drops falling one by one, The clouds saluting only the sun.
Until it's too late. Things we look past And forget to appreciate. So take time out To stop and stare, To remember the beauty That is always there.