“Happiness is contagious. It can be sparked by one single happy man, making it spread into many, as a small amount of yeast ferments large quantities of dough" – By Poet Happiness is seeing beauty in simple things. It is drinking nectar from the wellsprings of our heart We sense it as we listen to the sweet warbling of birds. We see it on the beaming faces of children in gregarious company. We feel it as we watch the clouds painted in pretty patterns and shades In the burgundy blush of the welkin, as sun gets ready for his rest. In the beauty of the moon, shimmering on the silvery waters. Happiness flits round the innocent face of a babe, As it is nestled close in the cosy warmth of its mother. It is the sparkle seen reflected in the eyes of a mother, As she cuddles her baby tight to her throbbing bosom. It sneaks into young hearts with sweet whisperings of love. It hides in deep caverns of the mind, jumping out unexpected, But may withdraw into its secret hideout, when invited. Happiness is something that we seek, but sadly it eludes our hold.
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