Happiness

I wonder what is happiness And where does it abide? What does it look like and where is it from And why does it often hide? Why can’t I grasp it firmly Like a sea-shell in my hand? Why is it so illusive Despite my best laid plans. I wonder what is happiness Once childhood’s come and gone; I’m trying to see It’s less about me Than the color of sky at dawn. I’m beginning to see It’s less about me Than all the people I’ve known; Since I can recall down life’s hallowed halls Sweeter than a spring - time rose. With a long, thorny stem That sways in the wind With petals as soft as snow; Happiness, I’ve seen Like rainbows and dreams As fleeting as wind that blows.