Happiness I Call Mine
Shining celestial body of lightFull sun exposed of warm delight
Upon a chair, outside I sit
I’ll write this metric poem, then quit
Sunshine sprays down a ray of bliss
Warming spirits, a day like this
Applied by autumn winds to cool
With shaded trees and heated pool
The trees are green with health in mind
Tropical trees for all mankind
Protecting rays of sun that burn
Cools hot to warm in perfect turn
This is a bit of heaven’s wine
Bits of happiness I call mine
Where warmth and flowers always grow
Protected from the cold and snow
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