Happy Poem by Harper Jones

A feline teased to chase a string,
A canine drooling at a meaty bone.
They are happy to just be.
A baby cooing at mother's smile,
A bird singing within the breeze.
They are happy to just be.

Yet then comes man of a riper age,
Innocence of his adolescence squandered.
Why then,
Now,
Is it a struggle to be happy to just be?
Is it the perception of their life created?
Is it the deception of their future retreated?

If man would look beyond his vision,
And open acoustics of the mind as was intended
Oh, how life would set them free.

It is then,
Now,
That believe you me,
Surely they will say,
They are happy to just be!