Happiness is in the little things
Like when you were a child
And thought you had wings

Remember selling pixie dust
To family and friends
Earning yourself
Little rocks and odds and ends

Or when you grew older
And put down your toy
To learn that reading
Brings you great joy

You would sit in your chair
Morning noon and night
Reading books
That brought delight

And even now
There are things you love
Like researching birds
Your favorite's the dove

Happiness is in the little things
You don't have to be a child
To believe you have wings

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