Happiness to me is like a warm chest filled with honey, nutmeg, and love.
It dances barefoot through fields of grass without a care in the world, and a smile so bright.
It finds comfort in knowing that everything is going to be alright,
Even when the world throws a hurricane your way.
It loves itself in a way that no one could even fathom,
And tends to their wound with care.
It dares to go on an adventure even though it can be so cold out there.
It dreams of things that are larger than life, or smaller than a seed.
As the only thing getting in their way is the power to believe.