Happiness to me, is sleep without dreams,
It's to lie lost to all and to the world
It's my internal alarm ringing on time
It's awakening refreshed and strong
Happiness to me, is the hottest cup of coffee
It's Columbian like no other that awakens my spirit.
It's my eyes opening quickly, to a new day
It's that burst of energy running through me.
Happiness to me, is an early morning sky
It's faces of presidents floating low.
It's the first golden rays, peeking through the trees.
It's the first song of the Mockingbird.
Happiness to me is a gentle southern wind
It's the rustling of thousands of leaves
It's the gentle cry of wind chimes in the morn
It's doves getting their first drink of the day.
Happiness to me, are two Irish eyes that beckon to me
It's her gentle hand on my face and hair
It's her smile, it is her enchanting laughter
It's just having her near me, this is happiness.
5/3/14 Alton Texas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem