Happiness is a hill full of flowers
In the brilliance of the morning sun
Right after the touch of soft spring showers.
Columbines, daisies, and Queen Anne’s Lace
All do their best to put a smile on your face.
Happiness is the laugh of a child
An innocent but mischievous, snickering grin
A young imagination run wild
As their glorious dreams of life begin.
Happiness a dream we wove
When two hearts began to blend
Into life encased in lasting love
For those who share it will never end.