HAPPY AS A LARK
PERCHED ON A TREE,
THIS IS THE WAY
OUR LIVES SHOULD BE.





SMELL THE FLOWERS,




FEEL THE BREEZE,





BASK IN THE GREENERY
OF THE TREES.



LOOK AT THE STARS,



SMILE AT THE MOON,



GO THROUGH EACH DAY
SINGING A TUNE.



HAPPINESS IS CONTAGEOUS
SPREAD IT AROUND



THERE WILL BE NO ONE
FOR MILES WITH A FROWN



poem written by Brenda Hightower



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