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A poem on perspective of happiness. |
| Happiness is what you make of, The time that flows by. Goes as the wind blows, And never do you stop to ask why. Green is the mind, As the grass on which we graze. So simple to use, But its working is a maze. Orange is the sun, To show you how to be happy. And white are the clouds, That shows you to be calm. And grey are the monsoon, To show you how to be glum. For an oncoming rain, That you fear to get wet in. Blue is the sky, To show you that there is peace. For after the rain goes, You'll feel the sun's heat on your knees. Black is the night, To show you how it is to have nothing. For the ever bright mind, There's always been something. So look into your self, And train your mind. To look for happiness, For not in cash.....but in kind.... |