Although it seems to be in the trees,
or maybe that sun, or birds, or bees,
that make us all feel a bit more alive,
I think this solution resides inside.
Happiness can't be contracted like the flu,
But it can be left behind like residue,
To you it may seem contradictory,
But look a bit closer and you too shall see.
Cheerful looks and gestures are endless,
even if you are quiet or friendless.
Happiness is but a thought in our heads,
and starts the second we awake in bed.
We have the power to make each day wonderful,
and the remainder of yours really quite bountiful.
So won't you look at the green grass below,
It's no more pigmented under your neighbors toes.