Happy

I am happy when I smell a rose
Everyone else is too, I suppose
I am happy when she strikes a pose
When she’s trying on her new clothes

I am happy when a child squeals
With the greatest thrill I hear his peals 
It’s hard to conceal the joy I feel
To see little girls whirling pinwheels

I am happy when I see a bird feed
Her little chick with a worm or a seed
To meet his each and every need
Seems to be her chosen creed

I am happy when I see a man
Doing the very best he can
To make someone’s life better than
His own, with a helping hand

I am happy when I see a tree
That offers its shade to you and me
When a tree can live so selflessly
Why, oh why then, can’t we?

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