Putting color onto the canvas brought a smile to his face and chase away his frustrations
As the white disappeared behind his assured strokes, his happiness grew
It was cathartic to brush in his happy little trees standing tall
Nothing could ruin his mood now
This is where all his mistakes were opportunities
Reacting to a year full of memories overwhelmed her
Every insult and hurt brought tears to her eyes
Filling her with a sadness that threatened to overwhelm her
Letting loose a shuddering sob, she focused on the positives
Every hug and laugh filled her to overflowing with a happiness that leaked between the tears
Changing them to wet badges of joy
That lifted her spirit and gave her hope for the new year
Lifting those around her with the strength of her humor
Always trying to coax a smile and plant a seed of happiness
Understanding sometimes people need to cry
Giving them the space in those moments to finish watering their emotional crop
Helping eventually the next crop of the giggles to grow after that soaking
Focusing on what he had lost stole all his spare time and consumed his happiness.
It left him starved for the nourishment that was “The Before”.
Now that she had come into his life, all that was scrambled.
Didn’t get back any spare time, but he was stuffed with happiness
Man, all you focus on is size.
Eh, what else would you have me focus on?
Giving of one’s self? Love and happiness
And how big of a thing would that be?
Been there on the other side of the long slab of oak
Answering the call for liquid happiness
Realizing that it doesn’t really help
Wearing the itchy stuff seemed such a hassle
Of course, when it was cold outside it was nice and warm
On the account of rain, socks made of it were bliss
Looks like being itchy was the price to pay for happiness
Clear blue skies rained down sunshine
Leaving Greg drenched in light
Overall giving the impression of happiness
Until you looked inward
Dark shadows were cast from horizon to horizon
Yielding a gray, dreary soul