What is happiness?
Is it the peace in ones heart
after a long fight?
Is it a quiet moment in the calm
surrounds of beauty and light?
Is it spending time with loved ones,
walking by the sea?
Is it just doing what you want
and letting everything be?
Is it finally accepting who you are?
Is it travelling to places near or far?
Is it finishing a project and having success in what you do?
Is it reading a book or looking at a picture you drew?
Happiness means different things to different people.
Life is full of its moments
and some can catch you by surprise.
Little things like a blooming flower
or a golden sunrise.
Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your words powerfully spoke of the intricacies of happiness with conviction. A brilliant creation.