08 Jan 2026

Happiness

Morning spills a ribbon of soft light,
It lifts the hush and tucks away the night.
A laughter blooms and scatters every care,
Its gentle seeds take root in hands that share.

A friendly word will start a tiny song,
A humming thread that carries all day long.
We trade our worries for a kinder stream,
Where small bright hopes awake and learn to dream.

Happiness is bread that's warm and shared,
A simple hearth that shows how much we're cared.
It grows in giving, gentle, bold, and free,
A quiet promise that we hold — you and me.

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