Happiness

We are connected like the leaves
To something larger with strong roots
And it’s connected, it believes,
Which gives it hope to send out shoots.
And that’s connected. So it goes.
No need to question, ask what for.
Happiness: a rush that flows
And knows it need not ask for more.

Author: Frank Hubeny

I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone.

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