Happiness

Today, when I sat down to write poetry,

Looking toward the beautiful trees,

With holding a cup of tea,

What does happiness mean to be?

Before that,

Is happiness the same for all?

If so, is it because of someone’s success?

Or the failure they defeated with progress?

We all are searching for happiness,

A little touch of tenderness,

But nobody wants to be the reason,

To fill color in someone’s dry season.

Is it that tough to be happy?

Or just a mental state that could be free,

Is it so tough to wear a smile?

Just think about it for a while.

Open your heart to happiness,

Fill your room of emptiness,

Give all your ideas a chance,

And learn to be happy in every circumstance.