Happiness written by Joachim Neander at Spillwords.com



written by: Joachim Neander


On the long long way to Tipperary
I met a child
with a smile on its face
and a flower in its hand,
picked at the roadside.

A butterfly
came flying along,
on top of the bloom.

And the child
shouted and cheered,
danced for delight.

And I realized
what happiness means:

a butterfly on a flower
in the hand of a child
with a smile on its face,
dancing with joy.

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