The sea has a smile
a charming smile
that is the wave
the sky too has a smile
and it's the rainbow
the sea has anger
and that anger is
stormy tide
the sky has anger
it's the thunder
the sea has tears
that's the crystal clear
pearls
the sky has tears
that's the shooting stars at night
the sea has happiness
free happiness
it's the fish jumping out of the water
every so often
the sky has happiness
and it's the free-flying birds
gliding toward
their shelter
their paradise
and haven.

What is happiness
some say it's a bowl of rice
to allay hunger
some say it's a glass of water
to quench thirst
what is happiness
some say it's a piece of clothing
to cover
our bodies
some say it's a pair of shoes
so that we walk without hurting
our feet
what is happiness
some say it's when you
help others
and you hear
a thank you
and your heart
is touched
some say happiness is family love
that can melt the coldest ice in the world
some say happiness is having a good job
doing the things you like to do
some say happiness is a warm home
with that someone who cares
who makes it feel summery
when you're in winter dreaming
some say happiness is having some close friends
with whom your joy and worry can be shared
what is happiness
some say happiness is being wealthy
enjoying a luxurious life
some say it means having a healthy body
having your true love
what is happiness
everyone has their own answer
happiness is probably
the companionship
of peace.

In the twilight sun
there's two skylarks
capering about
discussing
i don't know what
just chirruping
just seem to be saying
we are alive
we should be jumping, singing, celebrating
nobody can take this
joy of life
from us.

Warm sun of morning
carries childhood fantasies
multicolored flowers of the beach
blooming with new hopes
the wind rises
from clime of positivity
the ocean says
faith
is the only harbor
the mountain says
perseverance
is the best
direction.

Wind of the season
cold or warm
interpreting the changes
of time
with temperatures
leaves
falling and growing
growing then falling
radiating the glitter of life
with colors
swallows
going south and north
coursing south
returning north
expressing a kind of spirit
with endlessness
crossing
the threshold
of the season
with gentleness.

If life was a painting
and could be modified at will
i want this one that belongs to me
to be changed beyond recognition
i would put bright colors
on top of the gray parts
paint many many stars
in the dark corner
add flowers and green leaves
in the barren place
and draw a river
so that life would be as vibrant
running towards the sea of dreams
except
the middle part
i would keep it intact
that is the only treasure worth collecting
the most precious and beautiful
memories.

An eagle flew away
coldness sprinkled
on the height of his flying
the holy ice and snow of the peak
the sound of wings across the crevice
the pilgrimage route is
forever in his heart
the eternal light
is his eyesight
the deserted altitude
the empty skies
this temptation
of solitude
the earth with its gravitational force
opens up the door of fate
once again.