In the quiet whispers of the morning breeze,
Lies happiness in its purest form,
Not in grand gestures or lavish scenes,
But in the simple, everyday norm.

The laughter shared over a cup of tea,
The warmth of a loved one’s embrace,
These are the moments where joy is free,
And contentment finds its place.

A walk under the golden autumn leaves,
The comfort of a familiar song,
In these tiny fragments, the heart believes,
That happiness has been here all along.

So, cherish the small and hold them near,
For in them, true happiness resides,
The best of joy is always here,
In the simplest moments, it abides.