What is happiness?
What can it be?
A smile,
Or laughter,
Caused by much more than a disaster.

Where did happiness come from?
How can it be found?
When i am lost in the woods.
Still searching around.

Why can i not be happy?
How did they all find it so quickly?
What is happiness?
And how did you find it?

I looked high in the trees,
I searched deep within the river.
I even asked,
Our creepy next door neighbour.

I checked our mailbox,
I looked into the attic.
I even tried to,
Find it in the basement.

Yet with all my luck,
It was no where to be seen.
Not even my dog Charlie,
Had known where it been.

I headed home,
From my tried search.
As i wondered where my happiness had gone.

Yet, as i was making my way home,
This old man had dropped his shopping bag.
Quickly i rushed over,
And picked up this little disaster.

He smiled at me,
Before he walked away with his bag in hand.
Just as a warm,
Feeling approached my heart.

It was warm and cozy,
Just like they described it to be.
It was a lovely,
Happiness it could be.

I could feel a small smile,
Appear on my face.
That was it!
I had found it at last.

All along happiness had been here,
Waiting for me to bring cheer to others.
For the best kind of happiness i can find,
Is to give it to others.
© ChloeMadete