In the morning light, so pure and bright,
Happiness dances, out of sight.
A gentle whisper, soft and sweet,
It’s in the air, and at my feet.

Through the trees, and in the breeze,
It tiptoes, with such ease.
Like a melody, it fills the heart,
A timeless tune, a perfect art.

In every laugh, and every smile,
Happiness lingers, all the while.
It’s in the moments, big and small,
In every echo, in every call.

So let us cherish, and hold it dear,
This gentle whisper, always near.
For happiness, a gift so rare,
Is found in love, and in the air.