In Search of Happiness
                           by
                             Anna Mae Wittig
 
                           The sun is shining, birds are singing,
                           There's a gentle breeze,
                        It's not too hot, it's not too cold,
                         Just enough to sway the trees,
                        The sky is blue, just puffy clouds,
                        What's this bit of Heaven worth?
                           More than the gold, more than the jewels,
                           On this entire earth.
                         So slow down in your rushing,
                         To make sure things are done,
                           That bright, warm feeling on your cheeks,
                           My dear, is just the sun.
                        When was the last time you slowed down,
                       And the breeze caught up with you?
                         You just sat back and listened,
                          To another's point of view?
                        We search so hard for happiness,
                           That we oft don't realize,
                         That elusive Bird of Paradise,
                           Is right before our eyes.
 
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