the happy soul thrives upon its own solitude <br />feeds upon its happy moments <br />and looks forward to the happiness <br />of the other days <br /> <br />it does not think about you and does not listen <br />to your woes <br />it has its own rhythm and rhyme <br />it feels the songs of the wind <br />it sees the colors of the sphere <br />layer upon layer it understands <br />the wisdom of the season <br />it smells the perfume of the red roses <br />it dances with the trees <br />and feels the cool comfort of the grass <br />it relates to the journey of the rivers <br />it knows the home of the birds <br />the words of the worms <br />the fullness of the beautiful foams <br />it knows where to rest its weariness <br />it sleeps and dreams <br />it does not even care if this world <br />speaks about an end <br />there is only bliss there is always nothing to miss<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-happy-soul/
