Happiness, a part of nature´s nuisance

Feeding herself with mighty memories

Gliding easily on the white foam,

And diving quickly into our dark sunken eyes.

She grabs your thoughts,

She chills the fire in your blood

And warm your stiffened veins, when cold,

At every small spark, at every ray of hope.

She never rests, and as her privilege

She works you into a march of actions

And make you clear the hollow sound

The voice of complex and clearness.

She rates your feeble excuse,

She treasures your intellect of delicacy,

She makes life and dead to fit in

To her great assurance of providential praise.

Copyright January 2020 kc.