The Well
I heard of this well called Happiness,
I had never seen it before.
I decided to find it,
I couldn't wait to see what was in store.
The journey was long and hard,
but everytime I stopped I craved more
I came upon a clearing in the forest's core
There sat the well called Happiness
I rushed over for
a look into the well, but it was empty.
I glanced around confused,
why was there nothing more?
That's when I saw him.
Sore were my eyes and legs that I had missed him before.
He reached out his hand,
And in that moment, I knew that together we would soar.
I heard of this well called Happiness and in the end
I knew that it had given me a friend.
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