I went out to write about happiness
Because my poems only ran black and white.
To find color I went outside
And as I observed everything around me
There were no smiles
Except for one lone child.
She runs jumps and shrieks with glee
And I can’t help but grin myself.
This girl with nothing but a twig
Found what I had been seeking for months.
And to watch such unbridled joy,
Set my soul ablaze.
So I flicked my cigarette and hurried inside,
Because I had to get this down.
