Top of the line cars,
Luxurious jewelry,
Millions of money and gold bars,
Does having all these makes us truly happy?

Perhaps, at some instances,
These worldly things brings joy
Providing a temporary relief
Giving us something to be proud of having.

But what our hearts truly yearns for
Is not all these mundane things,
But the genuine happiness
Felt deep within our hearts.

It is in those simple moments
Like having bonding times with our family,
Like hanging out with friends and sharing laughters,
Like reading poems and books that take us to fantasies,
Like walking on the seashore listening to the sound of the waves,
Like lying on top of the hill gazing at the stars,
Like hearing the children's laughter,
Like having an adventure in a place we have never been,
Like letting our body sway with the music,
Like climbing a mountain and reaching its peak,
Like being wrapped in our special someone's arms,
Like doing things that will bring happiness to others,
Like watching as the sun rises on the horizon,
Like writing this poem hopefully to light up someone's day.

Pale butter, creamy yellow
Dreamy spread of delight
Coat my taste buds in
A comfort so smooth as a frayed
Cotton-combed, sleep shirt
All right for sneaking rye bread
In the night