There she sat, on the slide
looking for a place to hide

an adult among children at play
yet a child around grownups she'd stay.

She felt very often sad
and most of the time just mad

at the world and everyone
she couldn't remember when happiness had gone.

She wanted to do so much
conquer the world and such

her diary full of imagination
searching for some sort of salvation.

Confused and scared around boys
they were mainly just a lot of noise

a refuge in books she would find
allowing her to leave the world behind.

There she sat on the slide
Remembering the tears she'd cried

when she was just a young girl
trying hard to find her whirl

How dark it gets in the woods on the shadow side of the hill
A fresh breeze of air and how it makes your skin feel

The leaves next to you are moving but you don’t feel the wind through the heat
The earthen smell of summer ending makes your heart skip a beat

A clear blue sky and a playful wind tousles the cornfield
Look at those trees and all the fruit they yield!

The sunshine through the leaves draws a kaleidoscope of color
It makes the forest look so much taller

The pretty spectacle makes you want to say thank you
You feel like hugging a tree and then you just do

Happiness is a concept so elusive
that many a search for it is inconclusive.

Happy moments can show their faces
in a subtle instant, in many places.

Those who recognize the fleeting seconds
notice they happen more often than one reckons.

Those who are able to add them all up
little by little fill their happiness cup.

Ending the day with a list of gratitude
will slowly but surely change your attitude.

Is it the time of year?
Or why is death so near?

Leaves are falling,
the earth is calling.

The sun is not bright anymore,
rain and fog have the winning score.

The trees look faint,
there is no color to paint.

Those who are sick get weak,
prognosis seems bleak.

Leaves fall and return in spring,
people go and just leave an empty swing.

It balances with each souvenir,
of the person we have held so dear.

A moment spent happy with laughter,
never to be forgotten thereafter.

From his birth they knew something was off,
the doctor said so with an irritating cough.

He was slower than other kids his age,
he could so easily work himself into a rage.

His mother told him she loved him every day,
trying to keep others' harsh comments at bay.

When he grew up kids would make fun of him,
saying 'you're weird' and pushing him at the gym.

He talked slowly and walked in a funny way,
hence becoming everyone's easy prey.

They sent him away to live in a special place,
where he was allowed to move at his own pace.

There were other kids who thought he was funny,
making the new place suddenly seem sunny.

'Am I weird?' he asked his teacher after a while,
'Weird and wonderfully beautiful.' she said with a smile.

Laugh, and your day will be brighter,
laugh, and your burden will be lighter.

Laugh, and make it contagious,
laugh, and become courageous.

Laugh, and the pain becomes bearable,
laugh, and anything is wearable.

Laugh, deep down from your belly,
laugh, till your legs turn to jelly.

Laugh, and tell something funny,
laugh, and don't worry about money.

Laugh, and create joy around you,
laugh, and touch if only a few.

Laugh, and create an instant bond,
laugh, and even pygmies will respond.

Laugh, and if you don't remember how,
let me know and I will teach you now.

Laugh, and if you need some inspiration,
laugh, and try anti-frustration.