Happiness

About this artwork

High upon a cliff a tree is growing, Its blossoms radiant in their grace. What is it striving now to tell? What message does it carry? The rocks are gently wrapped in clouds, The sun sinks slowly toward the dusk. All feels mysterious, profound As everything within our world. We reach toward beauty, drawing near, Yet all of it resides in us, That spellbinding, tender grace, That fairytale-like realm. All this is what we call Happiness.