by Elycia Lee
As she looks upon tomorrow
A day that’s filled with sorrow
If happiness could be borrowed,
Would it eventually start to follow?
When the fire flares and smoke billows
Her voice goes unheard though she bellows
Sadness makes things hard to swallow
What happened to that jolly fellow?
If you look through a different window
Oak and pine trees may turn to willows
Rather than in your grief you wallow
Seek the freedom of a sparrow.
Like a canvas that’s painted all yellow
Paddy fields stretch across the meadow
Good things are hidden behind shadows
But when uncovered, they form rainbows.
Though the road you walk is narrow
Don’t you let your eyebrows furrow
When one ages, one starts to mellow
Happiness is found deep within, not shallow.