Happiness Poem by Sarah Everson

Twas morning, fog had swept the trees
and I had missed my bed, I took the turn
that led to forests and the orchard of the bees
and I was wearing a green crown of leafy fern.

A ranger, dressed in green, crossed near me now,
his brows were raised as if to ask where will you go,
I yelled I did not know the wherewithall or how
and would he tell me where this road would let me go.

I seek the town of Happiness, I said. it's what I crave
will I be finding it by following this road,
'you are, my wanderer, naive and very brave
just like a sillybum, you know, a restless toad.

There is no city they would call a Happy One,
it is the road that one must dwell, a pair of two,
there will be rain and in between the friendly sun
but any happiness is always up to you.