Happiness On Dew

Happiness on dew in disguise Tries to stick on drooping grass close Waits for the golden sun to rise On the heart's horizon morose. The colors of ecstasy grow Happiness on dew in disguise The depressed mind would surely know When sparkling touch it applies. Grass won’t know what sorrows comprise If joy from dew doesn’t alight Happiness on dew in disguise Soaks the sun, glows in inner light. Let the mind retain the shine bright From darkest gloom it would devise Joy of living that would ignite Happiness on dew in disguise. October 18, 2017. Form : Quatern. Syllable count : 8 each line.