Happiness is the world

Happiness takes the form of what beholder believes it to be

For some it may be family and friends

For others it may be a good book or meal

For the rare few, however happiness is the world

It is watching the soft droplets of snow fall down to earth out of the window at midnight

It is gazing up at the stars, alone with the universe until dawn

It is sitting in the backyard letting the sun tan your skin and watching it set

It is running barefoot through the grass, picking flowers and dancing like no one is watching

It is standing in the rain, eyes closed, feeling nature do its work on your hometown

The world can be a cruel place, but if you just brush its cheek, kiss its forehead,

You can experience the happiness it has to offer