Happiness is a yellow spoon, floating easy,
A white dandelion seed in wind.
Driftwood swimming to the surface after a storm.
Breaking sunlight through a broken home in shambles from the ones who mourn.
Torn, no longer by the harsh cold rain, I feel warmth inside.
Take a breather kid, is what you are, a wise one comforting heavy sin, saying
It's all right, I'll save you from the tears.
The smile on a homeless mans face with a new pair of shoes.
The expression of a mother with a babe in her arms, fresher than the feeling after
church on Sunday.
Happiness is a yellow spoon.