Happy

There comes a time and a place

Where the birds meet the sweet sounds of a February sky

The nightfall greets the whispered words of you and I

I call that my happy place

I walk barefoot through life’s footnotes

My mind finally at ease, no troubles here

A life I envision that’s so sincere

In my happy place, it’s all there

A moment in time, I was flying

I saw my reflection in that koi fish pond

Myself and I deserve that kind of bond

In this happy place, it’s all mine

The art of being happy

Isn’t too shabby

The art of being happy

Is where I’m the most me